RAYA BANKS

The woman in the other cell suddenly turned to face me and I had to resist the urge to scramble away from the bars I was holding when I saw the silver tears glistening on her cheeks.

What in tarnation was going on?

“Are you okay Judy? Speak to me dammit! You're freaking me out!” I coaxed, as she moved closer to her own cell gate, her thick hands wrapping around the steel before she pressed the triangle of her face halfway through the bars, leaving only the small stretch of the corridor between us.

“I can't stay here Miss, it's so dark, so quiet, I can't,” Judith...