Hera tapped her fingers on the metal railing as she stared at the entrance of the cell. Inside, the other female inmates had gathered, their eyes fixed on her.

“She hasn’t eaten since lunch,” one of them whispered. “Guess she’s not used to poor people’s food.”

Another laughed. “She’s been standing there for hours. Maybe she’s waiting for someone to visit her.”

A third inmate added, “I heard she’s a Montgomery, one of those rich families in this country. But she’s ...