Ashleigh sat quietly on the top bunk, the cold concrete floo..
Added 2025-05-15 02:28:56 +0000 UTCAshleigh sat quietly on the top bunk, the cold concrete floor beneath her feet a constant reminder of her new reality. The chatter and clatter of the other women echoed through the cell block, a chaotic rhythm she was still getting used to. Some inmates eyed her with curiosity, others with indifference, but a few seemed intrigued by the newcomer. Despite the harsh fluorescent lighting and strict routines, bonds were forming—some built on shared stories, others on survival. Ashleigh realized quickly that in here, strength wasn’t just physical—it was mental, emotional, and earned day by day.
