Carina’s POV
I’ve been in jail for over two weeks. They haven’t given me a phone call or let me have any visitors yet.
I know this is illegal, but there’s no way I can do anything about it.
They keep giving me the excuse that I haven’t been fully processed yet. But even I know that it’s just a lie, disguised as a lousy excuse.
I miss Kenzo.
I miss him everyday.
I miss my brother and my father.
I even miss my bed.
In here, there are no luxuries. I sleep on a thin mat, on-top of a steel slab. I have to share a room and toilet with three other women.
The smell in here is outrageous.
The dynamic in here is almost like high-school, but way more dangerous. Women stay in groups and will challenge anybody if they step on their toes.
So far, I’ve been able to keep a low profil
