"Is she going to take you away?"
Those innocent words drove another knife straight through my heart.
I fumbled for the phone receiver, desperate to explain something, anything. But I didn't notice Hudson's gaze locked on my reddened lips.
"Willa, sweetie, go wait outside."
Hudson coaxed his daughter out of the visitation room, then turned back to me, his face dark as thunder. He slapped a stack of photographs down in front of me.
"Thelma, I really underestimated you."
"Are you that desperate? Even in prison you have to paint yourself up. How many men are you planning to find to satisfy yourself?"
"The privileges I arranged for you weren't so you could make a fool out of me!"
My mind went blank for a split second, and then I was shaking my head frantically. "No, I didn't! I would never!"
Hudson snatched the photos back up and pressed them against the glass in front of my face. "Then how do you explain these?"
"Thelma, you've really outdone yourself!"
I clenched my fists, looked over in a panic, and realized they were doctored photos.
Me, tangled up with several different men.
Legs intertwined. Lips pressed together. Explicit. Graphic.
Almost instantly, nausea surged from the pit of my stomach.