“It sounds fucking horrible.” He nods thoughtfully. “Does it?” “It’s a life sentence.” No parole. Just you and a cellmate who’ll never know you exist. “Maybe.” Lowe’s shoulders tense and relax. “Maybe there is something devastating about the incompleteness of it. But maybe, just knowing that the other person is there …” His throat bobs. “There might be pleasure in that, too. The satisfaction of knowing that something beautiful exists.”