
Inside these walls, every nickname has a story.
But hers?
Chills.
They call her âCornbread.â
Not because she loves it.
But because her husband was eating it⌠when she snapped.
One bite.
One argument.
One moment â and everything changed.
Inmates say sheâs quiet, calm, and keeps to herself. But that nickname? It follows her like a shadow.
âShe didnât scream. She didnât flinch. She just stood there.â
âNobody asks for extra bread when sheâs around.â
This isnât just prison lore â this is what happens when heartbreak turns deadly.
Now she shares a cell.
But sheâll never shake the name.