Two inches of reinforced glass separates us, impenetrable to everything except sound. At present, the audio is a litany of complaints and shouted obscenities. While the window appears only as a mirror on the prisoner’s side, most can guess it’s more than just a looking glass. Zelda’s not ignorant...
If it weren’t for the warm blue recessed lights in the hall, I’d think we were suffering another power outage. The only other explanation is someone manually turned off the sensors in our room, though I can’t imagine Camus doing it, not after stubbing his toe on the way to the bathroom last week....