They all seemed so … normal. It’s not that I was expecting axe wielding maniacs or anything, but the man in a smart suit and the woman in her Sunday best all lining up to visit a loved one took me by surprise. Ollie shifted awkwardly on his feet as we waited to sign our names and be searched. Reaching for his hand, I held it in mine tightly and gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back weakly but said nothing. A large man in a uniform was sitting at a desk beside a closed door. His eyes dragged up and down the both of us as we stood in front of him. “Name?” “Green. Oliver Green.” Handing the officer a letter, Ollie played his lip ring between his teeth. He might have tried to convince both of us that he wasn’t nervous, but as I watched him it was obvious that he felt uncomfortable being there. Scanning the letter briefly, the officer shot me a suspicious look. “And you are?”
