23 Hours Quotes

“put on his commissary because you know the food is awful and he needs things. Things you can’t bring him. Then you wait with all the other loved ones on long, metal benches that have seen better days, for the buzz of a steel door and an officer to let you inside a dark room lined with stools and plexiglass booths. Old phones hang on the wall for you to talk to your child. There’s no touching. No hugging. There you wait, once more, for your kid to enter the box in his gray sweats. You’re grateful for those sweats because you know where the men wearing the orange jumpsuits are headed. In sympathy, you flash those families closed-mouth smiles. They return the gesture in kind, their eyes hollow from loss.”
― Bink Cummings, 23 Hours