1 Month Later.
Adeline and Enzo stepped through the towering, rust-tinged gates of the prison, the heavy clang of iron echoing behind them. The prison air was far from fresh, heavy with metal and damp concrete.
Adeline inhaled deeply, her smile as radiant as the morning sun that filtered through the overcast sky. The moment she had been waiting for was finally here—the long-overdue confrontation with the men who had tried to end her life. After everything they had done, she was finally going to properly look them in the eye.
Behind her, footsteps shuffled with far less enthusiasm. Svetlana and her three daughters—Alessia, Everly, and Viviane—trailed after them, each wearing a somber expression. Viviane's lips were pressed into a hard line, Everly avoided looking at anything but the floor, and Alessia's eyes darted around nervously. All three daughters looked as though they were entering a graveyard, not a prison.
