That evening, after dinner, Cam lounged against the wall outside her cell. She could see Gina talking with Tuck and two other women down the hall and saw Tuck cast glances in her direction several times. Part of her still wasn’t sure that this was the road she wanted to take, but, well, she needed something. Another part of her just wanted to be left alone. Just wanted to get the job over with and get the hell out of this place.
The life in here was beginning to eat at her. Every time a C.O. stopped her and wanted to know where she was going or what she was doing, each time she passed an intrusive camera, every time she heard a warning bell and every slam of a gate; something inside her was beginning to break.
She still felt the anger she’d held onto since the ball game. Why couldn’t she
