The chapel was quiet on Sunday morning. It was a small room, with wooden benches and a single window high on the wall. Sunlight came
The corridor was quiet at night. Not silent. Quiet in the way a place gets when most people are asleep and only a few are
The weight yard was loud that afternoon. Metal clanged. Men grunted. The sun beat down on the concrete, hot and white. Marcus stood near the
The yard was quiet that afternoon. Not empty. Quiet in the way a place gets when everyone is waiting for something. Daniel Reyes sat on
The visitation room was a big room with white walls and long tables. Plastic chairs lined both sides. A clock hung on the wall, ticking
The library was the quietest room in the prison. It was a small room, with shelves of old books and two long wooden tables. The
The corridor was long and bright. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, and the floor shone wet from the mop. Sam pushed the mop slowly across the
The cafeteria was loud that morning. Trays clanged. Men shouted across tables. The smell of eggs and coffee hung in the air, thick and warm.
The yard was warm that afternoon. The sun sat high over the walls, and the benches near the fence were the only shade worth having.
The yard was bright that morning. Sunlight fell across the concrete in wide white sheets, and the air smelled of cut grass and hot metal.