“Eleanor, what are you expecting?”
I shook my head.
“I’m not sure yet.”
But something told me Silas wouldn’t let me leave without enjoying one final victory.
***
That afternoon, the guard announced visitors.
When I entered the room, I saw three familiar faces.
Silas.
Beatrice.
And Khloe.
My husband wore a navy designer suit.
An expensive watch glittered on his wrist.
Beatrice sat beside him in a luxurious fur coat, proudly displaying my late mother’s emerald ring.
Khloe leaned against Silas, one hand resting on her pregnant stomach.
Silas lifted the telephone.
“Well, Eleanor. Tomorrow’s the big day.”
I sat down.
“So I’ve heard.”
He smiled.
“Twenty-five years. That’s an awfully long time.”
Beatrice laughed.
“She’ll be an old woman when she gets out.”
Khloe looked at me with artificial sympathy.
“I’m sorry things turned out this way.”
I said nothing.
Silas leaned back.
