An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When they meet her, the soft, downy hair on top of her head is the same color as a fire hydrant. Bright and loud. Way too obnoxious for a newborn.
They name her Poppy. She has wide brown eyes, and hair brighter than Ian’s. Her tiny hands grab onto adult fingers, and she’s got a toothless smile that breaks hearts.
But wait. Rewind.
Stateville Correctional Center.











