(Sophie)
I gripped the wheel as I pulled my car into the visitor lot outside the prison the next day. The sun was bright, but the place still looked dark and lifeless. The walls rose high with wires stretched across the top. I parked and sat for a moment, staring ahead. I had thought long and hard about whether I should come here. In the end, I knew I had to. This visit was not for Marcus. It was for me.
I stepped out, locked the door, and walked to the entrance. The guards checked my bag and license, then led me down a long hall. The floor was clean but dull, and the smell of bleach clung to the air. My heels clicked softly, a sound that felt out of place here. I kept walking, steady, calm.
They stopped at a room with thick glass in the middle. Marcus was already inside. He sat slouche
