It had been two weeks since the last court hearing. Two weeks since Leo last saw Becca and with each day he endured without her, the leash on his temper grew thinner and thinner, fraying at the edges. The stories he heard about prison painted it to be a place of unnecessary posturing and though there were dangerous gangs— it was obvious in the ways the same set of people clustered together when outside their cells, none had forced Leo to join their midst yet, something Leo was thankful for.
It had been two weeks since Leo's incarceration, and his cellmate still hadn't said a word to him. The only sounds he ever heard from the man was his footsteps as he padded around the cell in the early hours of the morning.
