Ellen Winters

The New York summer afternoon extended everywhere, but the weather was neither cold nor hot, and I was staring at the uninteresting landscape through the window of the waiting room of that city's prison. In fact, the landscape outside was just a blind spot; my thoughts were far away while I smoked nervously. Too much was at stake for me to even relax my muscles.

Weeks, not to say months, had passed since I left my daughter with Nathan Moore and his wife, and since then, I ...