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The walls of the prison seemed like a familiar place around Jacob as he strode through the hallways, the sound of his shoes echoing as he walked.

In front of him, a guard led the way, unlocking heavy doors one by one, granting him access to the visitors room.

Jacob’s face was expressionless, his dark eyes reflecting nothing of what he was thinking. He had come here not to visit but to remind someone of the cost of her failure.

At last, they reached a small room, the only furniture being a table and two chairs. The guard stepped aside as the door opened, revealing Yvonne in her orange prison uniform and black boots.

She walked in slowly, the clink of chains around her wrists was the only sound heard. Her once radiant beauty was a shadow of itself now.

Her hair looked tangled and dull, dangling over her pale face. Dark circles shadowed her eyes as she took a seat across from Jacob. She had changed, and not just physically, but perhaps, mentally.

Yvonne’s voice broke the silence as s