I am led away from the mob and to the cells which are known as “the hole” because the cells are literally small holes dug into the side of a mountainside. Arriving at the hole, my wounds are tended to. I am given a warm meal, a change of clothes, a mattress of feathers to sleep off of the ground, and a warm wooly blanket. It’s funny how I went from a murderer who was to have her head bashed into a fragile female who must be given the utmost care. Not knowing how much time has passed I lay on the mattress staring through the bars into the night sky. How did everything go so wrong? I was supposed to be free after tonight. I was supposed to have a family. “What have I done?” Tears stream down my cheeks and soak the blanket I have buried my face in.
“It’s a boy” sweat beads on my forehea
