:POV: Rosemary JensenThe braid came undone in the night.I knew it before I was fully awake, from the weight of it across my shoulder and the cold air on the back of my neck where it had slipped free. I reached up, but the tie was gone, lost somewhere in the thin blanket. I searched for it with my fingers in the grey pre-bell light and didn't find it, and after a moment I stopped.I sat on the edge of my bunk and ran my fingers through the tangles once, pulling them loose the way Nadia used to do when she thought I wasn't paying attention. Then I left it down. I had no tie, the bell was about to ring, and I had things to observe this morning. My first-degree murder charge, my fifteen-year sentence, felt like a brand beneath my skin, a constant reminder of what I was supposed to be: disappeared.The bell rang.I went out into the yard.Women filed through the eastern cell block door into the flat early light, the shuffle of laceless shoes on packed earth, the low murmur of count. I m
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