ERICA'S POV
The prison cafeteria smelled like bleach and stale food. I kept my eyes down, pushing watery mashed potatoes around my tray, trying to be invisible.
But it never worked.
"Well, well. If it isn't the snitch."
I didn't didn't need to look up to know who it was, Marissa, one of Cassandra's 'friends' who'd ended up here on unrelated charges. She'd made it her personal mission to make my life hell ever since I testified.
"I'm eating," I said quietly.
"Yeah? Well, we're talking." Her tray slammed down across from me. Two more women flanked her sides. "Snitches don't beg for silence after blabbing off to save their sorry ass."
"It wasn't like that…"
"Save it. I don't need your explanation." She leaned forward. "You know what happens to snitches in here?"
This was what I faced here… daily. And it's all Cassandra's fault.
