In the visitation room, Harry sat there with a shaved head, looking a lot more haggard.He dropped the act and shot me a vicious glare. "What the hell are you doing here?"I looked hurt. "Why are you being so mean to me? I came to tell you something good. But if you're going to talk to me like that, maybe I won't."His eyes flickered with confusion, then suddenly lit up with hope. "I'm sorry, Freya. I got emotional. What good news is it? Did you ask your father for help? Am I getting out soon?"Idiocy really did run in families.I was the one who put him here. Why on earth would I let him out?I sighed, pretending to struggle. "This isn't something I can decide. You know my father's temper. He needs time to cool off."His smile faltered, but he didn't dare give up the tiny bit of hope he had left. He forced a stiff grin. "Please, Freya. Everything that happened was my fault. Just talk to your father. Ask him to get me out. I swear I'll treat you well. We can still live a good li
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