The drive to Preston wasn’t completely unfamiliar to us. I had driven there once before in 2007 for a tour and Kevin had done outreach at the prison in the past. As we were driving, I thought about all of the family members who drove these same highways and roads—every weekend—for years and for distances much longer than what we drove that morning. Upon our arrival at Preston, we were met with a completely unfamiliar situation. A couple prison guards greeted us in military garb.