C8 Shaye

“Deirdra?” At first, I am certain I’m seeing things. Except she’s waving at me, standing up from the seat in the visitors’ room. It isn’t big here with only four tables, each with two seats. No windows and fluorescent lights give everything a yellow hue. But it’s cleaner than my cell.

I rush forward, my hands still bound, and I want nothing more than to hug her