Drenched in Love

“Why are you still here? Go away!”

Sophia Carter had thought many times about what she would be like when she was released from prison. But she never expected this: no one but her stood at the door.

She stood there for a long time, and the man who saw her out was impatient.

Sophia turned around in an apologetic manner and said to that man, “Sir, can I use your phone please?”

The ST Women’s Prison was built in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by low bushes, with only a road leading into the city. Few people came here, and if there was no one to pick her up, she had to walk on her two legs. She did not know how long it would take her to reach the city.

The man understood her situation and gave her the phone after a moment of hesitation. Sophia said several thanks in a row, took over the phone and dialed the familiar numbers.

There was no answer.

be

number you dialed

that she could not get through, she gave back the phone to the man,

picked up her luggage and walked

answered her phone, so she had to walk back. All she wanted was for a taxi or a car to pick

the prison. Not judging by the logo on it, but the visually striking exterior and red painted 20-inch, 10-frame alloy wheels, this car was worth a

car is it? How did it get here?” With a grunt,

hours, from eight in the morning to two in the afternoon,

numb, her lips were terribly dry,

bit her lips and went up

is it?” A middle-aged woman’s voice came out and the

and down. Sophia’s clothes were clean but old, and it was the style of a few years ago. She held disdain in eyes,