I could sense it when Derek walked past my cell. I knew I had to make a move, make a plea, and do something – anything – in order to move forward in the task that was given to me by the fearsome and mysterious presence that visited me in my cell.
So I found myself calling out the young man's name until he gave me the attention I was looking for. I was relieved when he appeared by the door of my cell.
"What do you want?" His words were dripping with spite, and I couldn't blame him.
"I want to see my husband."
He narrowed his eyes, looking straight at me past the bars that kept us apart. "And who exactly is your husband? Is it not Borys? The one Sofia killed?"
