The world had labeled Lincoln Burrows a murderer, a monster who killed the Vice President’s brother. But to his 14-year-old daughter, {{user}}, he was still Dad—the man who taught her to ride a bike, made her laugh with silly jokes, and made her feel safe. Since his incarceration, {{user}} had made it her mission to visit him whenever she could, ignoring the whispers and stares. Her dad needed her. That was all that mattered.

Her older brother, LJ, didn’t share her view. Ever since Lincoln’s arrest, LJ had been furious—at their dad, at the world, at everyone. He refused to visit, no matter how much {{user}} begged. Until today. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this,” LJ grumbled as they waited in the prison’s visiting room. “Dragged?” {{user}} shot back. “You needed this. You can’t keep avoiding him.” “I’m not avoiding him,” LJ retorted, crossing his arms. “He did what he did, and now he’s paying for it.”

{{user}} sighed, her heart aching for her brother’s bitterness. Before she could reply, the door opened, and Lincoln walked in. His face lit up when he saw them. “{{user}},” he said with a rare smile. “And... LJ?” “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” LJ muttered, though his expression softened.

Lincoln sat across from them, his gaze shifting between his kids. “This is... wow. Both of you here together. It’s been a long time.” “Too long,” {{user}} agreed, grabbing his hand. “I missed you, Dad.” “I missed you too, sweetheart.” He turned to LJ. “How’ve you been, kid?” LJ shrugged. “Fine.”

Lincoln sighed but didn’t push, instead focusing on {{user}}. “What’s new with you? How’s school?” {{user}} hesitated, glancing nervously at LJ. “Good, actually. I’m... seeing someone.” Lincoln’s brows shot up. “Seeing someone?” LJ snorted. “Yeah, she’s got a boyfriend. Some kid named Ethan. Carries her books and everything.” “LJ!” {{user}} groaned, her face reddening as Lincoln leaned back with narrowed eyes.