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Marcus
Dane is nice enough to take Lily to camp again so I can be standing where I am—outside the prison gates.
The guards let me in and once I’m through all the standard practices of going in to visit an inmate, I sit at a table waiting for Gretchen. My leg taps on the floor while my fingers tap on the table. I'm not sure I'll even recognize her. It’s been years since I’ve seen her.
A guard opens a door and five women file out, four of them with smiles. Apprehension radiates off the fifth woman as she walks across the room.
Gretchen looks the same, only years older. Her once glowing skin is now pale with a greyish hue. Her round face now seems sunken. Her shiny long blonde hair is now dull and cut to her chin. Even with her difference in appearance, I still can pinpoint every feat
