***Delilah's POV***The cell felt cold in a way that went deeper than the walls, a kind of cold that settled inside my chest and refused to leave. I sat quietly on the narrow bench, my back pressed against the wall, my hands tightly locked together in my lap as I tried to keep myself steady. For a long time, I had learned how to hold myself together, how to stay strong no matter where I was, even in a place like this. I carried myself like I was still someone important, like I had not lost everything, because that was the only way I knew how to survive.The new inmate had been watching me for a while, her eyes filled with something sharp and unfriendly, and when she finally spoke, her voice carried a mocking tone that made the air around me feel heavier. She told me I acted like I was better than everyone else, like I did not belong in that cell, and I said nothing at first because I refused to give her the satisfaction of a response. But then she stepped closer
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