Distorted Reflection

TEO

The holding cell in the federal … penitentiary smells like piss and broken dreams, but it’s not really the accommodations that are torture – it’s the lack of sound. And it’s day 3 with no word from Sienna, no idea if my kids are even alright, nothing I can do but look at these cement walls and tally in my head the number of ways I’ve let them down, left them, failed them.

“You got your lawyer