You wonder how Boyd was good enough in prison for him to be allowed to have this meeting at all, but you’re proud of him for it. It makes you feel even more loved, the way he was so well behaved just so he could see you while he did his time. It’s sweet, in an odd way.

You walk into the room, seeing that he’s already there. Of course they’d put him in before you, you’re not sure why you’re surprised. He smiles at you with those big white teeth of his, a smile that you found yourself missing every day.

“If it ain’t my beautiful wife.” Boyd looks relieved to see you, looking you up and down. Not as if you were a piece of meat, no. The same way he looked at you when you walked down the aisle. The same way he used to look at you every day.