You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

In a temporary dentention cell in Detention Center.

Joyce never thought that she would come to such a place in her life. As it was late last night when she was brought to the detention center. She was held in a temporary holding cell with cold stainless steel bars, walls painted with gray latex paint, a simple narrow folding bed, a gray quilt, and a simple bathroom.

Joyce lays down on the bed and looked up at the humble ceiling, with only a faint glow from a CFL lamp.

Locked in here without a way to make contact with the outside world, she felt isolated from the world. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Today's series of encounters caught her off guard, but the most heartbreaking thing of all was that Stephanie had left her forever. She felt as if her heart had been hollowed out. From now on, there was no one to talk to her kindly and care for her genuinely.

loneliness and isolation, afraid to trust others, unable to find someone to rely on, and unwilling to let others into her heart. Why didn't she

leave all of Jacqueline and Shelly's shares to her, an outsider, before she died? She

closed

she needed to rest. Tomorrow there were still mroe unknown

Joyce woke up to a blinding

"Joyce, get up!

briefly washed up. It seemed that someone had come for trouble early in the

prison guard to the parlor. Sure enough, the people waiting for her were none other than Jacqueline and Shelly, who had no interest in

them would come to no

glanced at them disdainfully, and through the glass window, she sat herself down. Stephanie died yesterday, she saw no sadness from these two, but interest in her eyes. "Joyce, you're in the detention center, you're in such a situation, and you're still so arrogant?” Shelly slammed the table and got up, looking extremely dissatisfied. The account between her and Joyce a few days ago had not yet been settled, and she had not found a chance to vent her