Chapter 50 Escape to Boston

Boston lacked San Francisco's finesse but exuded an extra touch of decadence.

In the city's neon blur, the strange disconnect nearly drowned Jasmine.

Curled up in the corner, she shivered fiercely.

Boston was not San Francisco. There, even without a true winter, the cold cut deep. Here, the winter was real.

Snow swirled at night, with passersby hustling through the flurries.

Leaning against the glass of a storefront window, Jasmine watched the heavy snowfall.

She'd loved snowy days as a child because San Francisco never had them. Her longing to see snow was that much stronger.

"Jasmine, this year I will take you to see the snow in Philadelphia."

She remembered the winter before her ruse was exposed. Her brother, Evan, had arranged everything - whisking her away straight from school to give her a wondrous surprise.

As a child, Evan's love was unquestionable, giving his sister every bit of protection a brother could. It had felt so deserved back then, now it seemed like a debt to repay.

For years, Jasmine endured the Wilson family's schemes and Serena's wrath in silence because, for the first two decades of her life, she had received warmth that was never meant for her.

She understood Serena's hatred.

the forecast; the snow

fondly ruffled Jasmine's hair, taking her to marvel at Philadelphia's

down coat, she was warm

that dream, facing the stark

"Jasmine!"

"Wake up, Jasmine!"

call startled her, and she hugged herself

what? I'm not going to bite," quipped a woman squatting in front of Jasmine.

out a sigh of relief.

woman said with a chuckle. Lighting up a cigarette, she pulled one from her bag. "When you called

few days at home with my kid." "Alright,

name was Emily, Jasmine's ex-cellmate, and also the one who had gotten out early. She had followed the wrong man before landing in prison - a guy who was kept by his wife and had made his fortune with her family's help before shamelessly taking on a mistress. When his wife found out, she demanded Emily repay

clever; he toyed with Emily for

once-over, noting her shivering.

insisted, shaking her head. "I can hustle; waitressing, serving drinks, you name

cracked a knowing smile. "Jasmine, don't tell me you actually believe... that I'm just a waitress?

Emily's drift. "I... I

who said you're desperate for cash," Emily retorted as she ushered Jasmine into a taxi. "If you're really in need,

cab window, Emily casually flicked her cigarette

it off without malice. "What, you think you're still

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