“Somehow saving a life seems to mean a lot more to me than it does to anyone else!” he said defiantly. You somehow have managed to lose all of the paperwork sent to you, but that doesn't really matter anymore, since you're going right back to your cell!” “You skipped parole the very same day you were released,” McDaniels broke in, his voice becoming harsher with each syllable. “Your conduct says otherwise,” McDaniels started. He was going to take this opportunity to fight back, no matter how futile it would be. He'd had enough of people criticizing him. “.It wasn't exactly my 'intention',” Wade said coolly. Of their life acting as upright as you did to get let out early, if their only intention was to get sent back as soon as possible.” He was flipping through Wade's tattered file, sighing heavily. Wade remained silent as McDaniels looked him over. Things hadn't quite worked out so well after that phone call, and Wade knew he was going to catch an unimaginable amount of heat. It hadn't been very long at all since Wade had last spoken to him on the phone and made the promise not to get himself into any trouble. He sat across from his parole counselor, Officer McDaniels.
He was finally back in New York, and just as expected, a monster of a headache was awaiting him. Wade.” Wade was sat down onto his chair in the questioning room and took a breath. Palmer walked back to his desk silently and sat down, opening up a small blackįolder that he kept in the very back of his Boiled down to one question: could he fix