It was visiting hour at Wolf River prison, sadness, relief, and joy clung to the air as some inmates had families, relatives, and friends visiting. While some felt anger upon seeing individuals they don't wish to see.

Seated in one of the visitation rooms is a woman who seems to be in her late twenties. Her face looked less pale thanks to the red lipstick and her neatly combed shoulder-length hair.

She looked up as she heard the heavy clang of the cell door opening. She saw a guard ...