The next morning, a prison guard's harsh voice jolted me awake, ordering me to get to work.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I clutched her arm. "My baby! Someone came yesterday—they beat me, hurt my unborn child!"
She looked at me with a cold stare. "Have you lost your mind?"
"I'm not crazy!" I insisted, trying to explain.
But those who had come took away everything that had spilled from my body in basins.
I glanced down—blood still stained my pants. I pointed at it. "This! This is what came out yesterday!"
She glanced briefly, then rolled her eyes. "We're all women here. If it's your period, just say so."
No matter how I pleaded, she wouldn't believe me.
And she sent me to labor.
When I finished and tried to return to my cell, she stopped me, pointing to a crowded cell. "From today,
