Cora
Three days of staring at concrete walls. My useless attorney couldn’t get me out on bail. It was denied. Apparently, I’m a flight risk of some sort. f**k yes, I am. I could already be on a plane if my father was any type of real man. And my mother…well guess she’s not really my mother. My aunt, I think sarcastically, the moron couldn’t find anyone to listen to her to get me out. I do believe she might have made an effort because she is the sappy maternal type.
Dad has yet to come visit me and I have no idea why. Mom said he has been sitting in his office doing nothing but drink himself into a stupor. Who knows what Ellis and his little fish squad hit him with. I told her that I expect to see him soon. And Kendra….when I get out of here Kendra is going to wish we weren’t related. Ho
