Calloway wasn’t listening. I could not remember ever seeing him quite so unraveled. As soon as he was released back into his cell, he ran to the rear corner where the bird had been flung. The sound that Calloway Reece made was primordial; but then maybe that was always the case when a grown man with no heart started to cry. There was a crash, and a sickening crunch. A whirlwind of destruction as Calloway fought back against what couldn’t be fixed. Finally spent, Calloway sank down to the floor of his cell, cradling the dead bird.
