Claire's POV
The morning had barely broken when two guards appeared at my cell door. Without explanation, they escorted me back to the small holding cell where I'd spent my first days in this hellhole. I asked why, but received nothing but silence in return. One valuable lesson I'd learned in prison was to keep your questions to yourself. During my first week in the yard, I'd questioned the guards' authority when they wouldn't let me return to my cell. Called them authoritarian brutes. That earned me a beating that left my ribs throbbing for days. So I'd learned to keep quiet.
