Renee returned to the prison once more.

The air inside carried a grim, damp, and moldy odor, a stark reminder of her last encounter with Melvin at this place, a memory she'd rather forget. As she approached the entrance, she instinctively stepped back.

"What's wrong?" the female officer asked coldly.

Renee composed herself and pulled down her cap, concealing her face from prying eyes. She hadn't initially wanted to come here, but a call had informed her that Jacquelin wished to see her. After some thought, she decided to oblige, her sole aim being to silence Jacquelin's prison gossip.

"Please walk faster, miss," the officer urged with suspicion. "You don't have much time for the visit. If you keep this pace, you won't have the chance to say what you want!"

Renee's heart raced. She glanced at the officer, who was also scrutinizing her with an enigmatic look that hinted at recognition.

her pace,

place in the prison attire, which did not suit her at all. A glimmer of hope appeared in

her

leaned back, grateful for the glass

through the soundproof glass without a phone. Still, she could see her distress and the prison guards' stern expressions. She bit

her seat and picking up the receiver. "Help me,

How can I help you? You

Renee, you were with me when we

for regrets," Renee interrupted firmly. "Remember, Mr. Thompson is my uncle. He won't dig into my actions as long as

momentary daze as if her soul had been ripped away. Then she sobbed, nearly

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