Chapter 133: Wolves in Concrete
But prison didn't look the way Jackson thought it would.
It wasn't loud all the time or full of constant chaos like screaming or fists.
Most of the danger lived in silence. In the way men watched. In the way footsteps slowed behind you. In the way names were remembered.
Jackson learned that on his first week.
He had been placed in the same facility as his father, not by coincidence but by design.
That much was obvious. The state liked efficiency. It liked neat outcomes. A disgraced man and his disgraced son stacked into the same concrete box as if that would teach something to someone.
His father had not hugged him when he arrived.
But Jackson knew he wouldn't…but at least, he was able to hear his dad's voice even if it were just his morals again.
"I told you not to play hero," his father said without looking up. "I told you to stay quiet. To stay useful. Instead you chose weakness."
"I chose not to be like you."
