She sat on the edge of the narrow prison bed, her hands cradling her swollen, seven-to-eight-month pregnant belly as the dim light flickered overhead. The orange jumpsuit barely contained her, the fabric stretched tight across the life she carried. Her eyes, weary yet defiant, stared ahead, ignoring the cold iron bars that framed her small world. Despite the weight of her situation, there was a quiet strength in the way she held herself, as if daring the world to break her.
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