Lucas
Same night…
The clock across from our holding cell, reads 10`pm. I've been staring at that clock intermittently. Wondering at what point we were reduced to this. We've been in the holding cell for exactly 24 hours, while our lawyers, try to get our bail.
My eyes fall on dad, who hasn't said more than a few words, since we got here. He looks grim, lying there on the cot. His eyes focused on nothing in particular.
"Dad, you got to eat something." Frankie's voice comes behind me.
He's sitting across from dad. He equally looks terrible. I wish my phone was here, I would have been able to know how far Lincoln's gone with our bail. My phone is with the officers. I was only allowed the phone a few hours ago to make that one entitled phone call. And that was how Regan was able to call me.
"Leave it, Frankie. I'm not hungry," Dad flatly says.
