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open and thank fuck Ricky walks out and orders the prospect to lock up.
    I wait patiently and silently at the end of the hall and wait for him to see me. When he does, he stops dead and it’s clear as freshly cleaned glass he knows I want answers.
    “Brother…”
    I hold my hand up to stop him.
    “What was that all about? What’s going on?” I ask, stepping closer to him.
    “Nothing.”
    He shifts uncomfortably and shrugs.
    “Why did she want you to stay and what did she have to talk about behind closed doors?” I push on.
    “Bearing in mind, I want the fucking truth,” I add.
    “Brother, I thought on my toes and reacted in the best way I thought. There was no way I wanted you behind bars because of that punk. When it registered in her head you were gonna get in trouble, she wanted to help you too. As for what we talked about, she told me how she ended up on the shit.”
    This shocks me. Why would she tell him that? She doesn’t know Ricky at all.
    “Oh yeah, tell me why then?” I urge, not showing my shock.
    I listen to him tell me about some party and a guy, something about exhaustion and freedom. Not once did I hear about a solid reason to experiment with the drug in the first place.
    “I was worried something might have happened to her that she couldn’t cope with,” I admit, quietly.
    “This is better,” Ricky smiles.
    “The fuck it is,” I snort.
    “Can’t you see Pope, you’re only fighting the addiction, not the reason behind it as well. She’s never wanted to get clean because she was afraid of the pain. You’re forcing her through it, get her through this and I reckon you’ll get your daughter back.”
    I hold his stare for a full minute. He doesn’t know her at all but I can see it in his eyes that he believes what he is telling me.
    I nod once and move around him in the direction of my room and then it hits me. I understand that she feels she can’t and probably, doesn’t want to talk to me right now. For one, I’ve locked her in a room for days on end and secondly, her eyes are completely open to my lifestyle and she doesn’t know how to act around me. If she’s ready to talk and not to me, I’d rather she still did to someone.
    I turn back around and call out. Ricky stops at the top of the stairs and faces me.
    “You got more out of her today than I probably ever have. If…” I can’t help pausing, asking for help is beyond me, but to get her back to her normal self, I will swallow my pride and ask.
    “If you have time or whatever, maybe you could check on her. See if she talks some more?”
    I don’t like the smile that covers his face and it makes me question myself.
    “Sure.”
    It’s the first time I’ve felt like I’ve taken a step in the right direction with Kyla since Sally brought her here and I hope it doesn’t come back to fuck me in the ass.
    I carry on to my room and lock the door behind me. The one place that is mine and has been for thirty years. For a split second, I scan the photos I have accumulated over the years of Kyla and Sally and of them both together and with no hesitation of doubt, I know it turned out like this because of me.
    I dig out my cell and hit number one on the speed dial. It rings out three times before she answers.
    “Hello, Thomas.”
    I can hear the smile in her voice, I can picture it as she speaks into the phone. Fleeting moments like this I lock away and keep to myself.
    “Sally.”
    “Are you calling to update me or because you wanted to say hi?” she asks.
    “A bit of both, is that okay?”
    Her soft chuckle reverberates down the phone, sounding like sunshine in the height of summer.
    “You know you can call whenever you want, you have been for years.”
    Calling her and speaking to her always feels like the first time, the feeling never gets old or goes away.
    “Kyla spoke to one of the brothers today,” I tell her.
    “You let someone in her room?”
    “Things got out of hand a little, no need to worry, it’s all