Chapter 8 - The Prison Visit
Two weeks later, the Rikers Island Correctional Facility in New York was cold, grey, and bleak. Rain tapped rhythmically against the small high windows of the visitor visiting room.
Andrew sat behind a thick pane of bulletproof glass, wearing an oversized orange inmate jumpsuit. His dark hair was messy, his face pale and sunken, with dark purple circles under his eyes. His handsome looks had vanished, replaced by the broken appearance of a man stripped of all privilege.
The heavy steel door on the opposite side opened.
Emily was wheeled into the room by a female guard. She wore a tailored burgundy coat and a silk scarf, looking radiant, healthy, and powerful.
Andrew’s hands trembled as he picked up the gray plastic inter-com telephone on the wall. Emily reached out, picking up her receiver calmly.
"Emily..." Andrew wept, his forehead pressing against the cold glass. "Please... you have to help me. My lawyer says the prosecutor is seeking twenty years for attempted murder! I can't survive in here! The inmates know who I am... they beat me yesterday!"
Emily listened to his frantic crying without a single emotion appearing on her face.
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"You should have thought about the consequences before you walked past me on that kitchen floor, Andrew," she replied quietly into the receiver.
"I was stupid! I was controlled by my mother!" Andrew pleaded desperately. "I love you, Emily! I swear I still love you! Give me one more chance! I'll do anything! I'll sign any divorce agreement you want!"
