Chapter Eighteen
Bars clanged, voices echoed, and Reine held a folded blanket as her cell door closed. She knew she needed to pull her head from the horror of what she was living and instead focus on surviving life behind bars again. The same women were here, she knew, although she hadn’t seen them yet, and the same guards had welcomed her back, but now there was the giant hole in her heart of having had her daughter ripped from her again.
Worse was Manny Meskill and the way he looked at her, talked to her. She knew whatever fate had in store for her, he’d see she didn’t get a break. She put down the blanket on the thin mattress in her isolated cell, her legs sagging, remembering Karen, who’d fought and yelled and tried to stop Manny and the prison guards who had shackled her and transpo
