Her letters arrive filled with anguish,apologies, and tear-stained pages.She speaks of isolation, little sleep,cold floors, cold showers, guards that hate.She begs forgiveness for what she's done;she asks for one more chance at redemption.I cannot touch her in this place of lost souls.But You can.You, who have the ability to penetrate walls of concrete,steel bars and a prisoner's mindset. Read next feature >