Daphne
There was now a plate of bullet-proof glass separating us from Kodi. There was a drawer that would allow someone to push things from one side of the glass to the other, but no way that she could ever again fire a projectile through the bars.
I studied her as we took our seats. She looked terrible. Her blue-black hair hung limp and greasy around her shoulders. Her little cell block didn’t have a shower head, so I guessed, if she bathed at all, she had to use the small hand sink in the corner. Next to the toilet. How humiliating to have to do your personal business without any privacy at all. Her grey hospital pajamas had both sweat stains and blood stains, as she had taken to scratching herself with her fingernails until she bled. All of her exposed skin was covered with
