Aggie Fero didn’t stand out for me among the other prisoners that filed into the visitation room where we’d all been directed to take seats. I’d only seen a basic mug shot photo of her on her P.O.’s computer. As the other prisoners quickly found their friends and family members, one woman was left standing alone. She was shorter than I had expected her to be; even shorter than Terri who I, at only 5’6”, had in height by a couple of inches.
I waved to the lone woman as she turned in my direction searching for the person that was the reason she’d been brought out of her cell. She ambled over slowly, assessing me from head to toe. She stopped her inspection with my crutches and then returned her eyes to my face and looked at me narrowly.
“Do I know you?”
“We’ve never met. I’m Dana Rossi.”
