Trigger warning: This trigger warning may prove triggering to some as it mentions stillbirth etc: Please don't read if this may be triggering to you.
Grayson POV
It's as cold and sterile as I expected, the so-called prisoners milling about casually while security keeps a wary eye on them. I'm led down a long corridor and into a room where she is sitting at a table, her eyes expectantly raised towards the doorway where she is waiting for me. Her hands are neatly placed in front of her and there's a guard behind her. She wears a nightgown and a white robe. She looks different from what I expected. Although to be honest, I wasn't sure what I was expecting.
Her hair is knotted and matted, unbrushed and disheveled. Her eyes are bleak and her complexion is pale. Her clothes are clean but scru
