I gaped at the woman in disbelief. Sam Ryans is not a man but a woman. The realization hit me with force. It took me minutes to recover my scattered wits and speak again. "I thought you're a man. I saw your pictures on the internet and I was so sure you're a man until I saw you now."
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "It's because of my cap. I always wear one before. I'm not allowed to wear one inside this prison, though."
For a fleeting moment, a shadow of sadness crossed Sam's eyes, but it disappeared as fast as it arrived, as though it hadn't existed at all, leaving me wondering if I had just imagined seeing it at all.
"Are you trans?" The words were out of my lips before I could even stop myself. My cheeks turned crimson. Realizing my downright rudeness of prying through her sexuality, I quickly apologized. I just wished the floor would open and swallow me up.
