Roman's POV
As soon as I entered the state prison's visiting room, I was struck by the musty smell of disinfectant. The steel chairs that were fastened to the floor had an unsettling shine from the weak flickering fluorescent lights. The orange jumpsuit Camille was wearing didn't fit the sneer that curved her scarlet lips as she sat on the other side of the thick glass.
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