I'm not sure when my lawyer came. I slept in jail that night because I was imprisoned. I didn't even know the time since, in my haste, I hadn't brought my watch. All I knew was that I'd awoken on the cement. Because I hadn't eaten yet, I could feel my stomach growling.

“Mrs. Adams, your lawyer will speak with you." The cops sounded the iron railing, waking up the sleeping ladies as well. The man put the hefty bat on his arm and then unlocked the cell.

I noticed my lawyer sitting at a table right away. I still can't change my clothes since I haven't had a hearing...