Diane's mother tried to kill her and she has decided to go and visit her in prison with her foster father, her boyfriend, and her mother's lawyer.
Diane, Mr. Daryl and Shawn followed Ms. Tisdale down a bleak hallway. They stopped to put all their belongings in a locker.
“Empty your pockets,” A guard demanded before padding them down when they reached the visitor’s room.
Guards sat inside cages with guns. Drab colorless walls surrounded Diane and seemed to close in. One guard pointed to a table. Diane wound her way through the maze of tables of other families visiting mothers, sisters, and girlfriends. There wasn’t any glass separating the prisoners. On TV, visitors were always led to a room with the bulletproof glass and they communicated through a telephone.
Could her mother just reach out and touch her?
“You don’t have to do this, Diane.” Mr. Daryl touched her shoulder.
Shawn had grabbed hold of her hand on her other side and squeezed it.
What if her mother tried to hurt her again? Before Diane had time to explore that thought, her mother stood in front of her.
Panic snaked through Diane. She gulped down the last of her fear and stared at her mother. Shock, surprise, and something else Diane couldn’t tell, crossed her mom’s face.
She looks old.
The orange jumpsuit made her mother looked washed out and tired. Sunken and drawn, her mother’s face was a shadow of what it was two years before. She must have lost a good thirty pounds from her already slim frame. She looked…defeated, broken.“Diane… baby…you came –”