CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
10:35 p.m.
Women’s Federal Detention Center – Randal, Maryland
“Wellington! Wake up!”
Trudy had been dreaming. It was a dream she had often had throughout her life. She was on a high green plateau above a shimmering sea. Far away, a herd of wild horses were running, coming her way. The lead horse was white. She could not hear them yet, but she could feel their thundering hoof beats through the ground.
“Wellington!”
She opened her eyes.
She was on her cot in her ten-foot-by-twelve-foot cell. Everything in the room was white, and bare. The walls were bare. The little table bolted to the cell floor was bare. She hadn’t done much to personalize the place. She was never someone who had a lot of personal interests. She had no keepsakes. Her life was inside her mind.
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