Andrew cut our phone call short abruptly last night. He sounded distracted. Then he tried to call again later, but the call didn't go through. I tossed and turned all night, worrying.
I thought perhaps he had a runin with another inmate. But my anxiety was a waste of time, as usual. Thankfully I finally broke down and prayed. He called this afternoon as I was leaving the library. He was just tired, he told me. A d the evening call that got disconnected was right before lights out. We had a nice talk. He told me he needs some items that he can buy with his commissary money. Shoes are at the top of his list.
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