Marshall’s POV

Prison life runs on rules, not the ones written on paper, but the kind everyone learns by surviving.

Don’t stare too long. Don’t talk too much. Don’t ask what someone did to end up here. Keep to yourself, eat fast, and never make enemies over small things like food or space.

When I lived alone in my cell, those rules were easy. But once Francesco moved in, everything changed.

Space became something you could feel. Every move had to be careful, folding clothes, walking around the small table, and even breathing sometimes. The cell wasn’t big enough for two people who didn’t know each other.

The day started...