Inside these walls, every nickname has a story.
But hers?
Chills.
They call her “Cornbread.”
Not because she loves it.
But because her husband was eating it… when she snapped.
One bite.
One argument.
One moment — and everything changed.
Inmates say she’s quiet, calm, and keeps to herself. But that nickname? It follows her like a shadow.
“She didn’t scream. She didn’t flinch. She just stood there.”
“Nobody asks for extra bread when she’s around.”
This isn’t just prison lore — this is what happens when heartbreak turns deadly.
Now she shares a cell.
But she’ll never shake the name.