”We could try to sneak you out of here. Cause’ I doubt these dumbass officers are nice enough to let you come see him willingly,” Mikey speaks up, giving a sympathetic stare.

Rolling her eyes, Franny kicks his leg under the table and stares at him angrily. ”Really, Mikey? Can you not fuckin’ be serious for ten fucking minutes? Lorna’s already in enough trouble, you’re not gonna get her in anymore!” She shakes her head at her younger brother before turning her attention back to Lorna. ”I would love to let you go see him – believe me, I would. But sweetheart you can’t…these police officers won’t allow it. I already tried begging them…telling them this is your baby – and they refuse. Heartless empty people they all are. I’m so sorry, love.”

Lorna lays her head against the table, letting tears fall from her eyes and into a puddle around her face. ”I-is Christopher – is he brain dead too?” She barely asks above a whisper. She’s not sure she has the will to fight now – she’s got a three-year sentence to get through, and doesn’t even have her son to go home to anymore.

To see her sister in this much pain shatters Franny’s heart tremendously. If she lost either one of her kids, she wouldn’t know how to handle it. She sighs sadly, reaching across to touch her hand against Lorna’s frail cheeks. ”No, he’s alive…but in a deep coma. Don’t even worry about him, Lorn – he’s done nothing but make your life hell since you met him. He does not deserve an ounce of your sympathy, sweetie,” her fingers brush soothingly against her skin.

”How-how did he end up, end up wrecking the car with my son in it?! Did he-did he purposely do this?!” Tears turn to anger as Lorna slams her fist hard onto the table. Christopher never wanted to be a father to her baby nor did he want to see her be a mother to the child – he is the reason she’s sitting in here for three long years.

”No, I don’t think he meant for this to happen…He wouldn’t try to hurt an innocent baby, Lorn. That still doesn’t make him any less of an asshole, but I can’t see any father wanting to intentionally kill their baby!” The older sister replies, grabbing Lorna’s trembling fists and holding them tight in her own two. ”Lorna, you gotta calm down. I know you’re upset and angry – which you have every right to be – but you’re still in prison and these police officers have no empathy, so they won’t give a fuck and make us leave if you keep getting all worked up like this,” she runs her thumb gently across her sister’s hand.