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Luke’s POV

I woke up to a wet rag being dragged across my face. I opened my eyes and saw Alex wiping my face. It's been a good while since I last saw him. I was laying on the bed in the corner of the cell. It wasn't the most comfortable, but I've had worse.

"I didn't mean to wake you up." He apologized as he places the wet rag near the small bucket.

"Why are you here?" I asked him.

"Val told me to check up on you." He said and I scoff.

"Why did he even put me in here?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry. I tried to ask Romero, but he also doesn't know. All I know is that they've been in his office for the whole day now." Alex told me.

I sighed and gave him a nod. I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest. Alex then grabbed a glass of water before handing it over to me. I gladly took it from him and gulped down the content in one go before handing back the glass to Alex.

"What happened? I thought you two were getting along?" Alex asked me.

"I thought so too," I whispered.

Alex let out a sigh bef