Three weeks later, the morning started like every other morning in prison, the same dull routine, the same tasteless food, the same heavy silence that never truly left the walls.
I had stopped expecting anything from life. I stopped hoping and counting days because it felt the more I waited the longer I stayed.
One person was on mind throughout all of these. Maxton. He promised to come back, to set me free and I waited but it wasn't really his obligation and maybe he tried and failed, maybe Rose also tried and failed afterwards the Hendrixs were behind my being locked up.
I was sitting on the bed, staring at nothing in particular, when the warder appeared at the bars.
“Stand up.”
Her voice was flat and uninterested.
I looked at her, confused.
“For what?”
She repeated herself. “Stan
