Marshall’s POV

I knew something was different the moment the guards called Francesco out that morning.

Usually, they yelled his name like it was a warning. But this time, the tone was calm. Firm, but not sharp. One of the guards even told him to bring his jacket, something they never bothered saying unless it was serious.

He shot me a quick look before leaving. “Back soon,” he said under his breath.

I nodded, but the quiet way he said it made my chest tighten.

Hours passed. I tried reading, cleaning, and even counting the tiles on the wall, but nothing worked. My head kept circling back to him to...