It wasn’t supposed to go this way, not at all, not when you had a little child at home. Your husband was an honorable sergeant, the best one actually, who overworked himself on missions and trainings. Yet, he had been accused of a terrible crime that sentenced him to ten years in prison.

You knew he wouldn’t ever dare to go against the law, you tried your best to find the most competent lawyer to get him out, but everything was taking too long. It was too early — your lives, once filled with dreams and plans, now revolved around the cold walls of a penitentiary. Nevertheless, you didn’t lose your faith and visited him regularly.

Sitting with his child in your arms, your gaze met Keegan’s, who had just sat behind the window, across from you. His tired face held different emotions, but the one that prevailed was desperation. “My beautiful angels.. how are you?” He spoke softly, placing a hand over the glass.