Becca squeezed Johnny's hand in a tight grip, the small contact giving her comfort. Her chin was tilted as she walked into the prison grounds alongside her brother. Her back remained straight, rigid, her head held up high as she weighted for Leo to be escorted in through that shut door. The last time she saw him was six weeks ago at the hearing and hadn't stopped thinking about him since. She had imagined this moment countless times, she had imagined what she would say to him when he was finally in front of her, how she would react. But nothing could have prepared her for the flood of emotions that swept through her at the mere sight of him.