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Puck may not have been able to see Ava, but his thoughts never strayed far from her. Being cut off from his family, his brothers, his bike, and his home was unnerving. He didn’t have any of his belongings. There was no privacy. Noise and chatter all the f*****g time. Tack on mind-numbing boredom, and stir-crazy didn’t begin to describe what he felt like. His trial date hadn’t been set, so Puck had a chunk of time on his hands. It was the thought of losing his jury trial that had him shuddering in his oversized jumper. If he was convicted, he was looking at a minimum of five years in a federal penitentiary. He could plead down to second-degree assault, but then he was guaranteed to serve over a year. What a f*****g mess.
Ava was his oasis of sanity. It offset the powder keg of stress h
