(Vivienne’s POV)
Day three is worse.
A new inmate arrives. Younger than the others. Early twenties. With eyes that have seen too much and a smile that promises violence.
She takes one look at us and laughs.
"Rich bitches," she announces to the cell block. "Always thought you could do whatever you wanted, huh? Bet you never thought you'd end up in here with us regular folk."
"We don't want any trouble," I say quietly.
"Too bad. 'Cause trouble's all I got to give."
The guard finally looks up from his phone. "Rodriguez. Behave."
"I'm just making conversation, boss." She flashes him an innocent smile. "Getting to know my neighbors."
He grunts and goes back to scrolling.
Rodriguez turns that smile on me. "So. What'd you do? Kill someone? Steal something?"
"We didn't do anything—"
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