She knew what I had done, and she also knew that I wasn’t going home anytime soon, if ever again.
Everyone was told to go to their cells. Everyone except me.
Chapter 3 Part 2
My first day back in HDC was very weird and uncomfortable. It’s
usually like that the first few days. It is an adjustment phase after
having your freedom taken away, being in a strange environment with
a bunch of people you don’t know or care to know, and being told to
follow so many rules. I embraced the adjustment though, and in time I
was okay. My life had been so chaotic before I had gotten there. I did
feel a sense of peace because I didn’t feel so much pressure.
I was a little bit anxious about what my judge would do about me
being back, and especially for such a serious offence. As one could
imagine, I was still very anxious about what the end results would be
from the murder investigation.
On my second day back in HDC I remember sitting alone on a sofa
and the superintendent of the Detention Center coming up to me
asking how I was doing. I told her I was okay. We had a quick
dialogue, although I can’t remember what was said. I do remember
her making a comment about cars crashing into a hotel. It wasn’t a
question directed at me, nor do I think, she was even expecting a
response from me. I just looked at her and shook my head and turned
away.