Matthew
I end up going to see Blake alone, as the prison only allows one visitor at a time.
I follow a bored-looking guard through a series of heavy doors. The visiting area is a large room with plastic chairs bolted to the floor and thick plexiglass barriers between inmates and visitors.
I take my assigned seat and wait, my heart pounding. What if Blake doesn't admit to anything? What if this whole trip was pointless?
The door on the other side buzzes open, and a man shuffles in wearing an orange jumpsuit. He's tall but hunched, with a scraggly beard and hollow eyes. This is Blake, the man who supposedly kidnapped my wife.
He sits down across from me and picks up the phone receiver. I do the same.
"Who are you?" His voice is gravelly, disinterested.
"My name is Matthew. I'm here about Sarah."
His expression doesn't change. "Don't know any Sarah."
"She was six. You and Serena…" I pause, unsure how to phrase it. "You took her."
