The days bled together in an endless, suffocating cycle within Lisa's cramped cell. Each new dawn heralded only a fresh onslaught of despair and deprivation to be stoically endured.

Yet through it all, one flicker of warmth remained - the twin points of radiant life nestled in the protective circle of her arms. For her sons' sakes alone, Lisa clung to her tattered shreds of hope and resolve with a mother's ferocious tenacity.

It was on one such interminable day, as Lisa rocked and murmured soothing refrains to her latest squalling child, that a commotion echoed from somewhere down the corridor outside. She stiffened instinctively, every muscle in her battered...