He pouted, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded drawing, pressing it flat against the glass.
Four people: Daddy, Mommy, Colton, Willa.
Colton pointed at the figures. "This is our family. You're not in it."
He folded the drawing back up and turned to leave.
Hudson picked up the receiver and offered a few careless words. "Behave yourself in here. I've already had a word with the right people. No one's going to give you trouble."
My eyes were locked on the small retreating figure. Without a word, I pulled open my prison uniform.
Pale skin covered in bruises. Layer upon layer of welts and wounds, mottled purple and black.
"This is what your word got me?"
Hudson's expression shifted the instant he saw the marks on my body.
"Thelma, you painted those on, didn't you?"
"Let me guess—next you'll say Aria ordered it?"
He pulled out his phone and held it up to the glass, showing me a string of messages from Aria.
"If Aria hadn't shown me the proof ahead of time, I might've actually believed you!"
"I've told you before—she's innocent in all of this. Stop trying to drag her name through the mud!"