With a steady flow of uneasiness in her heart, Holley held the invitation in her hand. Staring at Donna as she disappeared in the distance, she had a nagging feeling that something was wrong.
She shook her head to try and shake off the negative thought from her head. After she cleared her mind, she headed back to her apartment.
On her way home, she received a message which contained flight information. She learned that the woman she was going to united with was supposed to be arriving the next afternoon.
Holley decided to pick her up at the airport after attending the appointment with Donna at noon.
She couldn't hide the excitement she felt as she thought about her strong ally.
Meanwhile, in a prison in Y City
Leila had been sentenced to three years. Since she had gotten arrested, she had done a lot of reflecting. In spite of that fact, she still harbored strong resentments towards Sheryl.
'That bitch stole Charles and Charlie from me. But now I am a prisoner and there's nothing I can do to get them back.
I am not going anywhere for three years, ' she said to herself.
She was anxious to get out and retaliate against Sheryl in order to win back her beloved man and "son". But she had to wait until her release. She understood that a lot of things could and would happen in three years.
"Is there something on your mind?" another inmate asked. She was an older woman in her fifties, with whom Leila shared a cell with. Although she wore the same orange uniform as everyone else, she had an air of grace and sophistication about her. In spite of the fact that she was behind bars, she always seemed so cool, calm and collected. Not allowing anything to ruffle her feathers.
Since Leila had been put in jail, she hadn't really spoken to anyone. She mostly kept to herself. However, today was different. She wanted someone to confide in.
"I was thinking back on my past," Leila replied with a hint of a smile. She walked up to the middle-aged woman and asked, "Do you think that the world will ever change?"
"Wow..." The woman gazed out the window with longing eyes as she replied with a forced smile, "I definitely hope so."
She turned her head to Leila and asked, "Now that we are alone in our cell, is there something you would like to get off your chest?"
"Sure, I'd love to," Leila replied immediately, a subtle smile spanning across her face. It had been a long time since she chatted with others. So she was desperate to share her story with someone.
She hadn't made any friends since she got locked up. So she considered herself lucky that this woman was willing to talk to her.
"What is your name?" the woman asked, with a friendly smile.
"I am Leila Zhang. Please call me Leila," Leila beamed. "And you?"
"I am Melissa Shen. You can call me Aunt Melissa."
"Aunt Melissa..." Leila repeated sweetly. With a little hesitation, she asked, "Have you been in here for a long time?"
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