“He’s gone.”
“Gone?” I say the word loudly enough that it echoes.
“He’s been moved. Sorry, Miss.” The guard shifts uncomfortably. “And, can you keep it down,” he asks in a quiet tone.
“I - I don’t understand.”
He leans toward me and says, quieter still. “Maximum security.”
My head is spinning.
That doesn’t make any sense.
“But that’s for, like, hardened criminals. Violent - “ My voice rises again, and the guard shushes me, putting a finger up to his lips.
“My father doesn’t belong there,” I say.
He shrugs. “I don’t know. That was the orders. That’s all I can tell you.”
“But he’s sick,” I say, feeling the tears build. “He’s sick and he needs help.”
“They have doctors,” the guard says.
I look around at the filthy building and take
