4
It was always the same, the hour and a half spent driving to the women’s prison, the sense of urgency and restlessness. They left after breakfast. Eva had already changed outfits twice. She had been up at five, and he was sure she hadn’t slept well. She sat in the back seat of the Subaru for the relatively easy drive. He knew she was on edge, but at least she’d stopped asking if she’d get to see her mom.
Marcus still hadn’t received a call back from the warden. He wasn’t sure what was up with her and why she was being so obstinate. He was sure she was sending him a message so he understood that he had no say in how she ran things.
He glanced over to Charlotte, who’d said nothing to him other than to ask whether he wanted eggs and to give him his coffee. In fact, she’d feigned sleep th
