The Phantom Cell

POV: MADELINE

I stared out the window of the moving car, watching the city lights blur into the encroaching darkness. My mother-in-law’s question hung heavy in the stifling air of the backseat. Did Donovan divorce me?

I could not understand why he hadn't bothered to come down to the prison to serve me those papers during the last two agonizing years. I spent nights waiting for that exact moment.