Chapter 145
Joan’s POV
I had a visitor in the jail that night, but it wasn't Derrick, and he didn’t stop to speak to me. I’d been bored, so I’d read through all of the transcripts of our calls. They were correct, as far as I could remember, so they were completely worthless to me. I couldn’t use any of them in my own defense. But the prosecutor could use them, which wasn’t good news.
I had already had dinner, and had been sitting, trying to think of something, anything, that I could use to get me out of this situation. When I saw my daughter, Noel, being escorted down the hallway. They slowed for a second as they passed me to make sure I saw her, then led her towards a cell area farther away. I couldn’t see or speak to her, and frankly I was scared to see her like that.
What was she e
