Chapter 118

Poppy

The prison smelled like bleach, and ew, it was disgusting; it made my skin crawl. Every step down the long hallway felt heavier than the last. I scooted closer to Daddy, burying my face in his arm as we walked down the hall while a police woman led us into a small visitation room. A thick pane of plexiglass divided the room in two.

On the other side, she was already waiting.

Mom looked smaller than I remembered, sitting on the metal stool. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit, but somehow, she still looked like my mom. Her hair was perfectly combed, her spine straightened, and when...