Chapter 80
- FRIDAY 9.48AM
- Andy
- My eyes are gritty, and I’m stifling nervous yawns as I open the door to the parole department. The air is stuffy inside; the office is busy, uniformed officers are scattered around with civilian employees. I swallow hard and adjust the box of donuts I’m carrying and approach the reception desk. The girl behind the desk looks so young; I expect to see braces on her teeth when she smiles at me.