In a dark cell, alone and seated on the cold concrete floor, was Xylander Wolfe himself. His cellmate—nothing but a thief and hardened criminal—had made it a daily duty to mock him, torment him, and tear whatever remained of his dignity apart.
He was dressed in rags, eyes sagging with stress and the fear of sleeping with a murderer so close by. The intention of the police station was unclear—why place a dangerous criminal beside him? And with the fear that he might not survive the night, he forced his eyes to stay open.
Days without sleep had made him deteriorate even further. He looked like something that crawled out of a horror movie. His handsome features had vanished, replaced by a skeletal, ghostlike appearance. But amidst all this, he still prayed he would reunite with Daniel—at least see him and his baby one last time before he died. But considering the way his body was being treated, he doubted he would survive long enough.
