The next morning, in her holding cell, Karen was going crazy as she paced up and down. Every once in a while, she screamed,
“This is an injustice! Get me the f**k out of here! I don’t belong here! This is an injustice. I haven’t done anything!”
She was sharing the cell with two other women. It disgusted her so much that she had to share the place with actual criminals.
“Sweetheart, shut your mouth, or I’ll shut it for you,” one of the women finally snapped. “Can’t you see we’re trying to think?”
“But I’m innocent!” Karen protested. “They’re framing me.”
The other woman rolled her eyes. “That’s what we all say. It’s like a game we know we can never win, yet we still keep playing.”
“No, I’m serious. I’m innocent. They’re framing me for something I didn’t do. Haven’t you seen how they’v
