The high-security visitor consultation suite at the Metropolitan Correctional Center in Lower Manhattan was cold, sterile, and silent. Heavy cinder-block walls painted institutional beige, reinforced stainless-steel tables bolted to the concrete floor, and bulletproof acoustic glass partitions separated the prisoners from the corridor. Elena sat on one side of the glass, wearing a tailored charcoal wool coat and small pearl earrings, her hands folded calmly over her leather purse. Beside…
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