Chapter Twenty-One
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I think back to how scared and confused I was a year ago.
Those first weeks were brutal: the taunts, the isolation, my fear and distrust of everyone, including my cellmate, Pug.
I knew I deserved to be here, but I didn’t think I could survive in this place for three years.
Suicide seemed like the only other option.
A few months ago, I found out how they knew my plan: Manny had predicted it and gone to Lieutenant Cavagnero.
Had I known this at the time, I would have been furious about his butting in. Now I’m grateful.
As I acclimated to my strange new surroundings, things got easier.
I kept my head down, learned the system and the culture, got out of my own head so much.
There’s plenty of cruelty going on inside this place, but no one’s targeted me in any significant way and Manny, as irritating as he can be sometimes, is a friend.
But one year’s been served. I can’t lose sight of that.