Set sometime in February, not too long after Diego arrives at the prison.

( Getting to know all about you. )

In the mornings, I watch the sun rise over the walls of the prison. It makes you feel like the walls don't matter so much, not in the face of that golden light. It falls everywhere, even here. Good thing I've got my own window. See, it's not all bad. I've heard it said that the only real prisons are the ones we make for ourselves, and there's a ( Read more... )