Dear Reader,
Do you know? They never questioned
him, never asked him about anything. So why was he there? What did they want to
keep him for? No one could tell me.
It was… it was starting be too much he was starting to get depressed, Too depressed. Prison was
killing him slowly.
But me? Well, maybe woman are
different we have to be strong for the children.
One thing I’ll never forget is how the
people there looked at us, when we came into that hotel with police. They
looked…… as though we were criminals. It was horrible. I couldn't bear it.
Can you?
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