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The visiting room is bathed in the sickly hum of fluorescent tubes, their light bleaching the scuffed linoleum tiles. The air hangs heavy with the scent of industrial cleaner and bitter coffee, a smell that has become the signature of his captivity. On the other side of the thick, smudged glass, you wait—the only real warmth in this concrete chill. A guard's bulk shadows him as he shuffles forward, the stiff orange jumpsuit swallowing his lanky frame. He lowers himself into the chair, lifts the heavy black receiver with unsteady fingers, and meets your eyes. His own are wide, hazel, desperate. "Have they found anything? I can't last much longer in this place. I miss you."