Chapter 279

The iron gates of the prison slid open from both sides.

Carla stepped out, her clothes threadbare, her face pale and drawn. Clutched in her hand was a canvas bag so worn it looked like it might fall apart at any

moment.

Not far away, a car waited, its horn blaring impatiently.

A moment later, Pearl Vaughan pulled the car up right in front of her, lowered the window, and barked, "Get in."

Carla's eyes, dull with exhaustion, flickered with a brief spark when she recognized Pearl.

She rubbed her hands together nervously, then carefully opened the car door and climbed inside.

"Pearl, what are you doing here?"

Carla settled in, Pearl caught a whiff of something unpleasant in the air. Maybe she was imagining it, but the stench seemed

flashed across Pearl's face. She couldn't help herself. "Didn't they let you

flushed with embarrassment. "I did shower. I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to. Let me clean up-" She started rummaging through her battered

off with an exasperated sigh.

if she didn't need Carla to get rid of Isadora, she would never have come to pick her up. The very idea of being

her usual allowance, expecting things to go as they always had. But Prescott only handed her a measly

had to survive on so little in her life. It wasn't even enough to cover her gas for

tears, demanding to know if Prescott had stopped loving her, only to learn that Isadora had kicked both Prescott and Richard out.

spa days, no shopping sprees, no fine

picture, Richard and Prescott could regain control of the Vaughan

a stop by a deserted riverbank, beneath a highway overpass. A handful of homeless people

Pearl got out first.

stepping carefully out of the passenger seat. She'd just been released from prison, penniless and with nowhere to go. She'd hoped Pearl would take her somewhere for a hot meal, maybe even arrange a

Pearl had brought

And Pearl coming

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