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The metal door slammed behind her, reminiscent of a horror movie, and Serenity Hansom whirled around to face the prison guard. The middle-aged female guard seemed neither angry nor sympathetic, her expression devoid of any emotion as she guided her to a visitation room for family members. At least this one had tables where she could see and touch her sister. “Ten minutes, ma’am,” she said. “That’s all you’re allowed.”
“Right.” With their father now dead to her and their mother in and out of the hospital, Serenity was in charge of the family. She cringed as she caught sight of Serena in an orange jump suit with black prison numbers. Her blonde hair was matted and needed a good wash.
Serenity took a deep breath, smelled a slight stench of urine, but said nothing. Her
