The cell doors did have openings, a window of sorts. He hoped that would be enough. Claustrophobia was his worst enemy, not even the idea of being here, accused and sentenced to life in prison. He didn’t completely blame her for this. Maybe he could have tried harder, but now it’s too late for second thoughts, he was removed from it all, for the rest of his life. She would continue on, possibly drive another man to murder. He didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was how long he could stay sane in the small cell.
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The Bag Lady 
Good take Cheryl
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