Layla
2 years earlier
“You’ll need to change your shoes.”
“Shoes?” I looked down at my feet. The red Brian Atwood strappy sandals didn’t exactly go with the look of my conservative lawyer suit. But if I was forced to work here on a Saturday, I needed something to help me feel human. And they certainly weren’t so off that I’d need to change them. I looked back up at the corrections officer. “What’s wrong with my shoes?”
“No open-toe shoes allowed in a federal correctional facility.”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“No one told me. I drove four hours at five o’clock this morning to get here. It’s my first day of volunteering.”
She smirked. “What’d you do wrong?”
“Wrong?”
“Lawyers who volunteer up here on the weekend are usually not really volunteers.”
“Oh.”
The corrections officer ra
