Chapter 4 — Power Dynamics

Sophie

The rhythmic clinking of boots against Crestview’s cracked linoleum floors echoed faintly as Sophie Lane made her way toward the guard station. Her steady hands rested on her utility belt, betraying none of the tightening knot in her stomach. The distant hum of machinery mixed with muffled voices from the cellblock, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. Miguel’s words from earlier replayed in her mind, weaving doubt into her thoughts: “You listen. That’s rare around here.”