Season Two begins with my first days at Bedford Hills Correctional Facility — a place that felt nothing like Rikers. The bus ride was hot, the intake was exhausting, but the moment I arrived, something in me lifted. Bedford was quiet, green, and strangely calming — a silence so deep it was almost loud, the kind of quiet that presses against you and makes you hear yourself again. In this episode, I read from my first entries: the shock of silence, the return of humor, the groundhog omen, the struggle to pray through exhaustion, the first stirrings of equilibrium, and the realization that faith — not survival — would carry me through this next chapter of my life on the inside.