She was nearly frozen. After much effort, she failed in her attempts to stand up. Impatiently, the prison guard helped her to her feet and led her out of the room.
On the way, Melody asked uncertainly, “Do I have to return here after the visit?”
“What do you think? You won’t leave this confinement until after three days. Cherish this chance to be visited!”
The guard’s words seemed to hold a hidden meaning.
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Melody couldn’t make sense of it, so she followed the guard as her body trembled.
Instead of heading to the usual visiting room, she was taken to a separate soundproof room without any surveillance or recording devices.
When they got to the door, Melody was pushed inside, her heavy handcuffs and shackles clanging.
She staggered a few steps before managing to regain her balance.
Someone was standing in the middle of the soundproof room.
When the person turned around, Melody widened her eyes and exclaimed in disbelief, “How could it be you?!”
The following morning, the bedroom’s window was open.
It was winter. Lucinda stirred, feeling the chill in the air as a thick white mist swirled outside.
She pulled herself closer to Nathan, seeking warmth and comfort.
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Another great night had passed. She looked so tired and was reluctant to wake up.
However, the blaring alarm clock interrupted the cozy moment.
Today marked the end of Noelle’s filming, and Lucinda wanted to be there to offer her support, blessings, and gifts.
She fought the urge to stay in bed and forced herself to get up and freshen up.
Nathan also woke up. His long curly lashes fluttered as he peered through half-open eyes. A faint crease was formed on his forehead.
Darkness enveloped his vision again and he could see nothing.
He was unaware that he was experiencing another seizure.
“Lucinda, did you close the window? It’s so dark in here.”
Lucinda paused her skincare routine, perplexed by his words.
She instinctively turned her head towards the wide-open window, a sense of strangeness creeping over her.
“No, the window is wide open.