Carina’s POV:
It’s a warm, late summer day in September, and the sky is bright and yellow. Through the closed windows, some rays of sunlight manage to invade the prison waiting room area, cutting through the tension in the air, warring with the wisps of shadows that cling to the walls. It is a tiresome battle. The two forces are locked in a stalemate.
I stretch out my legs and glance over at the clock. It seems impossible that only five minutes have passed since the last time I checked it. I have half a mind to ask one of the officers standing guard if the clock is working the way it should, but a single look at their stern countenances tells me that any such questions would be unwelcome.
“It feels like we’ve been here forever,” I sigh, flopping back into my chair. “What could possibl
