Chapter Thirty- seven. On the bed

Ivanna's POV

Jenny held my hand after she settled. Her smiles were sentimental, and her eyes held a doze of tears.

"I’m sorry you had to suffer so much for a crime you didn't commit. They put you through so much hell. You didn't deserve any of it."

"It's all over now, Jenny. I survived it. That's what matters."

"Yes, you did. And I'm proud of you. So proud." She mused, pulling me into a tight, long hug.

We chatted a bit more, about random stuff, until she got the whole mood suffocating with her question.

"So tell me, what are you going to...