At Lake City Detention Center, Sienna waited anxiously outside the visiting room, peering in through the glass non-stop.
Two minutes later, two prison guards led Dixon over.
The man had grown considerably haggard, his handsome and gentle face now carrying traces of hardship and melancholy.
He took a seat behind the glass and picked up the phone.
The moment Sienna laid eyes on him, a hint of anguish flashed in her gaze, but she managed to suppress it deftly.
She had a lot to say to him, but she didn't know what to say when the words were right on the tip of her tongue.
“Did those people give you any trouble after I got into prison?”
Dixon was the first to speak. His voice was raspy, reminiscent of a traveler who had journeyed long through the desert. His tone was dark and gravelly, tinged with an air of despair.
His gaze was firmly fixed on Sienna, filled with an indescribable sense of greed and longing.
It was as though she was his source of water and hope.
Only when he saw her did he truly felt alive, with breath left in him.
“Not at the moment. Are you okay in there?” Sienna struggled to speak, but as soon as she did, her eyes welled with tears.
Without a doubt, he's definitely not having a good time in there. He's in prison! How could it possibly feel good?
“Not bad. It's quite leisurely, with plenty to eat and drink, never going hungry. I no longer need to worry about all the intrigues and power struggles. Life is much more laid-back than it was in the past,” Dixon said, trying to sound relaxed.
A trace of melancholic helplessness shone through his gentle and handsome face.
Ugh! Suddenly, Sienna clapped a hand over her mouth and turned away as she dry-heaved.
Behind the glass, Dixon looked at her in astonishment. “What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?”
Sienna's face was a bit pale. “I've been having some stomach issues these past few days. It's nothing serious, so don't worry about it.”
We rarely have such a peaceful conversation. In the past, he was always too dominant and overbearing. In fact, he could even be quite rude to me. But now, everything has changed.
She took a deep breath. “It's getting late, so I need to leave. I'll come again to visit you another day.”
“Aunt Sienna,” Dixon called out all of a sudden.
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