"All I Have to Send You is This Postcard"
"I wish he’d known how cold it is. The bare walls, the stained sheets, the dimmed lights, the locked door—all a reminder to be silent, sob quietly. ‘Bite your hand if the pain is too strong,’ the older one told me from behind a mask while patting my head. The woman sat on the edge of the bed. She smelled of perspiration and feces. Susan listened with her eyes shut."