Every Saturday, I Load Juice Boxes, Crackers, Crayons, Coloring Books, and a Bag of Tiny Treasures Into My Car, Drive Forty Minutes Across Foggy Back Roads to a State Prison, and Sit on a Cold Metal Bench With Children Who Miss Their Parents, Watching Them Cry, Lean on Me, Ask the Hardest Questions About Love, Justice, and Life While Somehow Feeling Safe for Just an Hour Because Somebody Has to Love Them Too Even When Nobody Else Does

Part 1: The First Saturday

I’m Evelyn Carter, seventy-four years old, retired school librarian, widow for more than twenty years, and someone who has discovered that old age isn’t always about slowing down—it’s about finding where your love still fits in a world that sometimes seems determined to crush it. I never imagined that my Saturdays would be spent parked in the freezing shadow of a medium-security state prison forty minutes from my home, but here I am.