after years of celibacy and focusing on her mental health advocacy, michelle is drawn back into past loves and old wounds.
on the other hand, beyoncé is guided by her therapist, janet jackson, to confront her feelings for michelle.
after a freak a...
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date: saturday, march 29th 2008. location: chicago, il.
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time: 1:25pm.
it was now two months before my release and the prospect of freedom filled me with unparalleled joy.
as you all may already know, each saturday marked a cherished opportunity to connect with my girlfriend, beyoncé, via phone, a lifeline amidst the monotony of prison life.
however, last saturday had left an unsettling impression - the energy during our call was really off, and it ended abruptly, leaving me with a lingering sense of unease.
but despite these doubts, i brushed them aside, hoping it was merely a passing mood.
as cesar, the mexican guard at the operating desk, dialed in beyoncé's number for me, my heart raced with anticipation and apprehension.
the phone rang persistently, each ring amplified my nerves until the disappointment settled in as no answer came.
"lo siento," the guard's voice interrupted in spanish, approaching me with sympathy. "parece que tu amor no responde o no quiere responderte."
"it's alright," i replied, attempting to mask my disappointment and sadness with a composed tone. "maybe next saturday."
turning away with a heavy heart, resigning myself to another missed opportunity, i was startled when the guard called out,
"¡espera! estoy recibiendo una llamada y creo que es para ti!"
hope surged within me once more, adrenaline rushing through my veins.
was it beyoncé calling me back?
i hurried back, sitting back down in the spiny stool, eagerly grasping the receiver as i put it to my ear.
"hello?" i greeted, anticipation and uncertainty mingling in my voice.
"hey," solange's voice greeted warmly. "michelle, i know i know .. this is so weird but- i need to tell you something and it's about bey."
