Chapter 4

As Ethan's words hung in the air, a heavy silence filled the car. He glanced at Claire in the rearview mirror, his frustration evident.

"Claire, I'm talking to you. Did you hear me?"-

Finally, Claire turned to face him, her voice steady as she spoke the longest sentence she'd uttered since her release.

"According to the National Prison Act, Article 48, inmates are entitled to meet with family or guardians during their incarceration."

"Inmates typically get a visit once a month, each lasting from half an hour to an hour."

"I served five years, a total of sixty months. I was supposed to see my family sixty times. Yet, not once did I get a visit."

"If your parents missed me so much, why didn't they visit? Were they so busy they couldn't spare even half an hour each month?"

Her voice was calm, but every word pierced through Ethan's fabricated story like a sharp blade.

mix of panic and guilt. The anger he had been ready to unleash was caught in his throat, unable

Ethan's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his

too much trouble. Mom and Dad thought it was best for you to

own

the fall for Vanessa, enduring the harshness of

the energy to care anymore. She turned her gaze out the window, not

car pulled into

grabbing a shopping bag from

Claire, and turned back with an awkward smile still lingering

for the party," he

It had never felt like home, lacking even the smallest hint of warmth. The orphanage, in contrast, had

creating a cozy atmosphere. She loved the sun-drenched scent of her

her home, she realized it wasn't the sunlit warmth she longed for, but the damp, stale smell of

door

boxes. The only furniture was a folding cot and an old

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