72 The Silent Watch

Night had fallen, casting its dark veil over the prison grounds. Fatigue weighed heavily upon Jane, the head guard, as she completed her final rounds, ensuring that all prisoners were securely confined within their cells. The familiar routine had become second nature to her, a testament to the countless nights she had spent safeguarding the facility. With a weary sigh, the head guard made her way towards her office. The day had been filled with tension and challenges, and she yearned for the solace of her bed. As she entered the quiet space, she closed the door behind her, shutting out the remnants of the bustling prison life. The room, dimly lit by a small desk lamp, provided a sense of calm. The head guard sank into her worn leather chair, her eyes glazing over momentarily as she gazed at the photographs adorning the walls. Images of her husband, their smiles frozen in time, served as a reminder of the love that awaited her beyond these prison walls. A wave of exhaustion was