The shrieking of wheels against the cold concrete floor was the only sound slicing through the evening quiet of the prison.
Raula, in her wheelchair and accompanied by a guard, was finally on her way to see Dorianna.
After a day drowning in heartbreak, she'd managed to pull herself together.
Raula rolled into the room, forcing a bright smile.
"Oh Raula! I'm so happy to see you!" Dorianna burst from her bed and rushed to embrace her.
Raula hugged her friend back, patting her shoulder. As they pulled apart, Dorianna's brow furrowed, her gaze sharp on Raula's face.
"What's wrong?" she asked, crouching and holding Raula's shoulders.
Despite having cried for hours, Raula's tears returned, hot and fast. Dorianna gasped, then wheeled Raula gently towards the bed.
"What is it, Raula? Are you alright? What happened?" Dorianna pressed, a mix of anxiety and curiosity in her voice.
"Oh Dorianna! Where do I even begin?" Raula wailed, throwing her hands up as sobs shook her.
