The prisoner ahead of me whispered without turning around.
"First day back?" A feminine voice asked.
I didn't answer but she nodded anyway.
"I thought so." She muttered again.
No one spoke after that. When it was finally my turn, one of the workers shoved a dented metal tray toward me.
A woman standing behind a large pot slapped a chunk of brown bread onto it before pouring something she insisted was soup into a cracked bowl.
It looked more like the dirty water from earlier and few pale vegetables floated near the surface…Barely.
The bread was so hard I wondered if it had been baked last month. Without saying a word
I carried the tray to an empty corner.
Just as I reached the bench, shouting erupted nearby.
"Move!"
A guard shoved an older woman aside with enough force to throw
