Chapter 13 - Victoria Screams in Maximum Custody
Inside the intake holding facility downtown, the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead with a sterile, maddening hum.
Victoria sat on a stainless-steel bench in a gray holding cell, her short gray hair disheveled without her personal stylist.
She banged her fists against the reinforced glass partition, screaming hysterically at the guard stationed outside the door.
“Do you know who I am? I demand my phone call to the governor right now!” Victoria shrieked at the top of her lungs.
The guard didn't even look up from his desk, turning the page of a crossword puzzle with complete indifference.
“Your assets are seized, your lawyers dropped your case, and your governor won't take your calls, inmate,” the guard replied flatly.
Victoria stumbled backward, her knees buckling as the terrifying reality of her new permanent existence finally set in.
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There were no silk dresses, no pearl necklaces, and no terrified grandchildren to bully in this concrete cage.
She slid down the cold wall, burying her face in her hands as silent, bitter tears of utter helplessness burned her eyes.
