Overcome by feelings of hopelessness, I sat in shock staring at my new home up ahead, Phoenix Prison Camp. I wanted to scream, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. At the end of long black top road, a low profile building tucked in an open gravel lot, framed with saguaro cacti. As I walked through the wire embedded glass door, I experienced the loss of freedom for the first time in my life. Once inside the building, I felt like a bird with a clipped wing, trapped. If only I had seen through my in-laws, this nightmare wouldn’t have happened. Overwhelmed by shame and guilt, I stare at Joe and the twins . . . . from the struggle of freedom
We arrived at the road that lead up to the front gate of the prison. There it was. It was
We arrived at the road that lead up to the front gate of the prison. There it was. It was