As Ethan's words hung in the air, a heavy silence filled the car. He glanced at Claire in the rearview mirror, his frustration evident.
"Claire, I'm talking to you. Did you hear me?"-
Finally, Claire turned to face him, her voice steady as she spoke the longest sentence she'd uttered since her release.
"According to the National Prison Act, Article 48, inmates are entitled to meet with family or guardians during their incarceration."
"Inmates typically get a visit once a month, each lasting from half an hour to an hour."
"I served five years, a total of sixty months. I was supposed to see my family sixty times. Yet, not once did I get a visit."
"If your parents missed me so much, why didn't they visit? Were they so busy they couldn't spare even half an hour each month?"
Her voice was calm, but every word pierced through Ethan's fabricated story like a sharp blade.
Ethan's eyes betrayed a mix of panic and guilt. The anger he had been ready to unleash was caught in his throat, unable to pass.
Avoiding her piercing gaze, Ethan's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles whitening with the pressure.
"It's... it's just that you were too much trouble. Mom and Dad thought it was best for you to stay there and learn to mend your ways. They were thinking of your best interest."
For her own good, indeed.
"Thinking of her best interest" meant taking the fall for Vanessa, enduring the harshness of prison life.
Claire could barely muster the energy to care anymore. She turned her gaze out the window, not wanting to look at Ethan any longer.
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