In a fluorescent-lit corridor of a Washington DC jail, a group of men nervously await the arrival of their daughters for a special dance. The fathers, dressed in suits and ties, haven’t seen their children in months, some in years, due to incarceration.
After a few beats, the girls finally arrive, nervous in their own right. They wave shyly at their fathers, walking arm in arm with each other for comfort, before breaking away for hugs and kisses.
