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to prison. The van stopped at a light. Patricia saw me through the window, called out, Megan Owens. I stopped, turned, walked toward the van. Patricia’s face was visible through the reinforced glass. Tears streaming. I stood close enough to be heard. My name is Megan Rose Caldwell. You don’t get to call me Megan Owens. You never did. That name was continue reading …