Devon

I can hear her breathing from the other side of the door. She’s like a phantom of longing that I can’t quite reach.

I’m locked inside the small room that holds only a bed and a chest to hold the belongings I no longer have.

They had allowed me to bathe, under heavy guard, of course, but I can still smell the earth sticking to my skin.

It was hard seeing myself in a mirror for the first time in a long time. My hair is a lot darker than it used to ...