The jealousy started like a spark in dry grass.
Sophia was in the central courtyard the next afternoon, conducting an outdoor group session with a few lower-risk inmates. She was smiling genuinely smiling at Ryan, one of the younger guards who had always been friendly and respectful toward her. He was decent-looking, early thirties, with an easy laugh and none of the darkness that clung to the Rossi brothers.
Ryan said something light about her coffee addiction, and Sophia laughed, tilting her head back, her ponytail swinging. She touched his arm for half a second while replying.
That was all it took.
From the high-security yard separated by two layers of tall chain-link fences, three pairs of eyes watched the entire interaction like hawks.
Marco’s knuckles turned white around the fen
