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    Chapter Four

    Nicky rolls her eyes but gives a small nod to Red – silently affirming that she can explain. Red pats her daughter’s hand softly, looking between the other three women – who are anxious to know what’s happened with Lorna. ”She was called down to the visitation area to see her sister. She has a baby, and was informed that he’s badly injured due to a car accident. The injury was to his skull and now Lorna must decide whether to continue with the life support for him. With that being said, nobody is to be giving her a hard time – she’s going to be too busy grieving for that baby and dealing with the pain of his loss to have to deal with the drama that goes on in this shit place.”

    The sound of soft crying alarms Nicky as she paces around the mostly-empty dorm. She follows where it seems to be coming from and isn’t too shocked to see that it’s Lorna – she’s curled into a ball on her bed as her body shakes with each cry. Her heart aches at the sight. Gently, she goes to sit down beside her. Her arms pull the tiny brunette from the mattress and onto her lap. ”Shh, shh,” she soothingly says, holding her tight against her body.

    Lorna fiercely grabs onto the redhead’s shirt, staring up at her with puffy eyes. ”My-my baby is d-dead…I killed him,” she chokes out. Her hands tremor against Nicky’s neck. ”I-I didn’t, I didn’t even get-get to s-s-say good-goodbye to him.”

    How broken her voice sounds overwhelms Nicky with a strong sense of wanting to protect her. She holds her tighter against herself, brushing her fingers gently through the short brown hair. ”You did not kill him, Lorna! The asshole who caused the crash is the one to blame for your son’s death,” she firmly says, pressing her lips warmly against the smaller woman’s head. ”I’m so sorry, kid…I’m so sorry you have to go through something so horrible, especially while in this shithole. You should be with your family at a time like this but instead you’re stuck here, in fucking prison. I promise you, though, I’ll help you through this and so will Red and the rest of the family. We’ll all take care of you, kid; I mean it.”

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