Love is a Four Letter Word

Loss of Visits Update 8.25

If you are following along in our chat, you already know that we were returned our visits and then robbed of them again this past week. In the span of three days, I went from on top of the world to the door of Hades.

Meant to be our first in-person visit in 15 months, I excitedly arrived at the prison a half an hour early. I had microwaved the soggy cheeseburger and shuffled the deck of cards a hundred times on my drive.

When they called me to the security gate, the CO asked, "Are you here for the non-contact?" I told her no. She asked for a name and then checked the list. She said I was the non-contact visit on her list and so we’d be behind glass and then she watched my face for the reaction.