I dry-heaved, but no words came. I didn't know how to explain.
"I... I didn't..."
The wounds on my body began throbbing again.
I pressed myself against the glass partition, desperate for Hudson to believe me.
But in the end, the man left me with only two sentences.
"I'm never bringing the children to see you again."
"I'm afraid that with your blood running through their veins, they'll turn out just as worthless as you."
No. That wasn't how it was.
I screamed Hudson's name, trying to explain, begging him to tell Colton and Willa.
Their mother wasn't a bad woman.
My palm touched the glass, and I jolted awake.
Everything was different now. Everything had changed.
The Farley family would never allow their heir to have a wife with a tarnished reputation, nor would they allow Colton and Willa to have a mother who'd been to prison.
Back in my cell, the same familiar torment awaited me.
This time, I didn't fight it. I even found a kind of illusion in the pain—proof that I was still alive.
One more day. One more day and I could leave.
On the third day, I was called to the visiting room again.
My footsteps dragged through the corridor, heavy as lead.
Hadn't Hudson said he wouldn't come to see me anymore?