It was 4:00 pm, and Gabriella was sitting in a dim, shabby room in a detention center at Brindlewood. The layer of dust on the chair was thick enough to write on. Beyond the iron-barred window, a series of footsteps could be heard from the hallway further in, followed by the sharp clinking of the silver handcuffs.Moments later, Gabriella sat across from the prisoner. She looked at the lady she once knew through the glass partition, but she could barely recognize her now. Violet had changed a lot. She was very skinny, her body nearly shriveled. Her hair was brittle, and her skin had lost its moisture due to a prolonged lack of care. By now, she had lost all traces of her former elegance, making her indistinguishable from the many female prisoners in there.Gabriella stared at Violet, who was looking right back at her. All of a sudden, Violet asked the prison guard, "Can I have a cigarette?"He was about to snarl at her, but Gabriella chimed in gently, "I brought her some. Plea
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