Dakota POV

The morning comes, and I wait for someone to come take me to see the judge so that maybe I can get out of here. No one comes to take me. I watch out the tiny window as others are taken but not me. It feels like hours pass when an officer finally comes to my door. He opens the door.

“Dakota, please follow me,” the officer says.

He takes me out the front and hands me my clothes and other belongings. “Your ride is waiting for you out front,” the officer says.

He hands me a paper with court information on it. I take it and all...