I'm not sure how much time has passed.
All I know is that I'm never breaking the law again.
I'm seated on the cold floor of our little cell, my head on my lap, and I'm trying to pretend that this is not happening to me.
I wince when hunger pangs tear through my stomach. I haven't had anything to eat all day. They served lunch but I stopped eating one bite in. I doubted I'd be able to keep that down, so one of my cellmates did the dirty job for me.
I haven't talked to the two ladies at all. Everyone seems to be too deep in thought, so I'm just wallowing in my solitude.
I wonder if anyone apart from Tori knows that I'm in here. I guess Max is still at work, Brent probably still thinks that I'm at Max's, and my parents think I'm at Brent's. I hope the lawyer was right about getting
