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?"

the air. Maybe she was imagining it,

She couldn't help herself. "Didn't they let you

shower. I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to. Let me clean up-" She started rummaging through

with an exasperated sigh.

never have come to pick her up. The very idea of being near this woman made

for her usual allowance, expecting things to go as

little in her life. It wasn't

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

of any ordinary person. No more spa days, no shopping sprees, no fine dining.

could regain control of the

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

Pearl got out first.

released from prison, penniless and with nowhere to go. She'd hoped Pearl would take her somewhere for a hot meal, maybe

Pearl had brought her

matter. Just being out was enough. And Pearl coming to see her was luck beyond

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