Maggie expected what anyone would expect the moment she stepped into an all-male Mexican prison: filth, crude stares, unmentionable hollers, evil of every kind . . . Instead, she finds her heart captured by a world where time expands moments into hours, where hope somehow lives among the hopeless . . . in a world where she cant help but see through harsh exteriors and into souls.
Compelled by her faith, Maggie crosses the fine line and enters the desolate prison yards where men roam freely, guards stand casually, and the lives of the unworthy are lived. Free of fear, Maggie embraces the unembraced, loves the unloved, and relies on God.
But what happens when faith doesnt overcome evil? What happens when you throw yourself into a prison? What happens when the fine line begins to emerge?