Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 232

After dropping Dylan off, Clara headed back home and quickly texted Z.

"Hey, I'm going shopping tomorrow. Want me to pick up some couple stuff? Like mugs or toothbrushes?"

The reply was instant, like he was holding his phone, waiting.

"Sure thing."

Maybe he thought he sounded too blunt because another message followed soon after.

"I'm really happy about that."

Clara smiled to herself. Just as she settled into bed, her phone rang. It was Calix.

Hugh had been moved to a bigger hospital that morning, but his condition hadn’t changed.

"Clara, June's still waiting on you."

Clara had been trying to get updates about the prison situation for the past few days, but the Bradfords were strictly a business family with no reach into such matters.

She couldn't go to Scarlette again, since Scarlette's ties with the Greenards were complicated.

And Dylan was in the middle of her own redemption, not in a position to owe anyone more favors.

After mulling it over, she realized Simon was her only shot.

Simon had been lying low lately.

She called him right away, and his voice sounded rough, like he’d been through the wringer.

Clara didn't pry. "Do you have any pull at Twin Rivers Prison? I need to bring someone for a visit."

Simon jumped up despite the fresh blood on his back from laying down for hours.

Clara rarely called, so he forced himself to rally.

"I do. Getting in is a breeze with the Fergusons' connections, but you gotta let me tag along."

Clara agreed and quickly informed June.

At ten that night, Simon's car rolled up right on time outside her building.

As she got in, she noticed his hands looked shaky on the wheel.

"What's up with you?"

Simon's lips were pale. "I... never mind, you'll see tomorrow."

Clara wasn’t invested in his drama and nodded offhandedly. "Alright."

When they pulled up at Twin Rivers Prison, June was already there, having rushed over with trembling hands.

Seeing Clara, she almost dropped to her knees.

Clara quickly steadied her. "Let's go in. Your husband's probably waiting."

June wiped her tears and adjusted the bundle she was carrying.

The last letter from South Ashford had mentioned being hungry and beaten, so she brought plenty of food.

The three of them waited in a room, June anxiously twisting the fabric of her dress, eyes red, eager to see South Ashford.

They hadn't seen each other in years, and now, faced with the reunion, she was at a loss for words.