Matthew sat on the edge of his cot, staring at the grey walls of his cell. Days blended together in prison, each one marked by the same routine. Despite spending nine months in the prison already, he couldn't fathom how his life had changed so drastically, and why no one believed in his innocence.
His thoughts were interrupted by the clanging of the cell door. A guard stood there, his expression unreadable. "Bruce, you've got a visitor."
Matthew frowned, puzzled. He hadn't received any visitors since his incarceration. His friends had mostly distanced themselves, and he had no family left. Who could possibly want to see him?
The guard ushered him into a small, sterile visitation room. A thick pane of glass divided the room, with telephones on either side for communication.
