Rino ─𖤝─ Age 25 | Ironbridge Correctional Institution | Chicago Unit. I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, when I heard that small, fast patter of shoes coming down the hallway. Too light to belong to a guard. Then that voice, high, bright, breaking through the dullness of the prison, “Papà!” Before I could even breathe, Remo came flying at me. He hit my chest like a bullet of energy, laughter spilling out of him like he’d been holding it in for days. I caught him easily, my body reacting on instinct, one arm under him, the other balancing us both. “Remo,” I laughed, as I held him tight, maybe tighter than I should have, “Jesus, you’re getting heavier.” He looked up at me, grinning, those dark eyes so much like mine, except his still had light in them. “Nonno said you’re getting out soon. Is that true?” I glanced over his small head. My father was standing by the door, hands behind his back like always, suit even in this miserable place. He was
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