Chapter 91. Enjoy Your Cell

A room behind an entire glass wall stretching its width for ample viewing that looks like, at one point, was a sectioned area for parking and has been repurposed. Tire grids are running up to the window, but the inside room has smooth concrete floors as though they have been resurfaced. It houses a bed in the center, surrounded by machines, carts, and equipment, all making flashes, low beeps, and hums, keeping the solitary figure within the bed silent.

A motionless brunette woman, hard from this angle to tell if it’s Sierra, lies out like sleeping beauty, amid wires and tubes, under a single dull spotlight hanging directly over the bed. She’s so still, pale, and lifeless, tightening my stomach in knots, choking me with emotion. It’s almost like an art piece of a priceless mummy in a museum.

She’s in full view of this entire area in her glass box, yet completely unmanned and with no caregiver monitoring her, which speaks volumes. I guess all the monitors and machines are