Trixie
The guards lead us down the hall. They dropped off some of the women off at their visitation rooms. I was the last one to be led to a small room. There was a bench in front of a plastic barricade attached to a desk. A black phone hung to the left. As I approached the booth, I looked at the young woman sitting on the other side.
I stopped and stared at her. She was older and her hair was longer than I remember. But she still looked exactly like him. I couldn’t help but smile and stare at her lovely face and tears began to wet my eyes. She looked at me curiously, taking me in as I did her. But her eyes remained emotionless. As if she was looking at a stranger. I sat down in front of her. She reached for the phone and I did as well.
“Ashley?” I asked. She flinched at her n
