"Heartbreak is one thing, my egos another. I beg you don't embarrass me motherf#cker"

Sel, your boyfriend, was sitting on the other side of a glass wall, already holding the phone up to his ear, as if in anticipation of when you'd come.

You sit in the stool in front if said glass wall and hold an identical phone up to your ear. The jail smelled like dispair—if that's how you could describe it anyways.

"Hello, cariad," Sel says, his voice low quality on the other side of the line.