Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Murphy turned and walked away. His tall figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

"Evelyn, don't be ungrateful. If you keep causing trouble, I can't guarantee what might happen." He threw back at me. His voice dripped with malice. "Your precious son might just lose his life one day. Don't say I didn't warn you."

With that final threat, his group left swiftly, fading into the night. I was left alone and helpless, crouching on the ground. I punched the concrete floor, instantly splitting my knuckles, with blood gushing out.

The pain was unbearable. But this pain, compared to the agony of losing my son, was nothing. I replayed the days in prison over and over again in my mind.

Everyday was a torturous struggle. But even in the deepest despair, the one thing that kept me alive was always the same-Zachary. That sweet, adorable little one.

It was my fault for failing to protect him. I was scared and gave in. In the end, he had to suffer because of me. I hugged my knees tightly, tears streaming down my face. I miss him so much. All I could do was hope that he would be strong and stand up to the bullies.

swear I would get him out of there! But what could I do? Murphy's power was at its peak, and I was just an ordinary person. How could

wasn't here with me now. Without him, how could I face the Albrights? In my desperation, I suddenly thought of someone. Yes, she was my only hope. Maybe only she could

jumped to my feet and limped toward the car. As I sped through the night, my mind was focused solely on one thing I had to find Madison, the ruthless woman who tormented me in prison. Soon, I arrived at the women's prison. I took a deep breath and strode

are you doing here at this hour?" one young guard stammered. He

him a

the group tormenting me with Madison. Now,

it," I said dismissively. "I'm here to see Madison. Let her know, It's

The officers exchanged nervous glances. Panic was written

the guard asked carefully. Fear was evident

Is there a problem with that? When I was being bullied by

to get back at Maddie, we can't really stop you. After all, you're the victim. But if something happens to her, we won't be able to take the blame.