The cell was dark and dingy. The back stone wall looked wet and the bed in the corner had only one thin sheet on it to use as the blanket. Doris searched for the source and found there was a tiny window that was much too high for her to even see out of, but it had no window and allowed rain to dampen the small room. They shoved Doris inside the cell and threw a prisoner gown at her feet.

“Change into this.” Was all the man said before the cell door made of bars slammed shut and locked. Doris slid down the wall and hugged her knees to...