“Look,” Manny says. I follow his gaze to the end of the corridor and there’s Solomon. He’s walking, zombielike, past his and Daugherty’s cell and heading toward me. As he comes closer, I see that his face is puffy on one side. He’s got a shiner. When he leans his forehead against my chest, I put my arm around him. “Rough, huh? You want to tell me about it?” His head moves side to side. “I might as well just kill myself,” he says.
