Blooms Behind Bars

Mallory’s POV

The next morning, I had no idea what to think when a bouquet of flowers was brought into my cell. We weren’t allowed to have glass, so the bouquet was in a simple plastic cup, used as a vase.

To my surprise, across the hallway from me, Giselle received a similar bouquet in the same fashion, also with a cup for a vase.

Our eyes met across the bars. I wondered if she thought as I did,