INSIDE THE PRISON was warm. Adrian sat facing a grizzled man through a cracked plastic screen. The old man looked a vision of Adrian himself, in a good few years. The one difference were the eyes. The old man’s had seen plenty.

“Hey, son,” his father said, flashing yellow teeth. “You good?”

“I just here, Dads.”

“You ain’t had work today?”

“Nah, I get today and tomorrow off.”

The smile faded. “How you mother is?”

“She miss you bad,” Adrian lied.