Rosa stepped into the dimly lit room, her gaze unreadable as it settled on Angie, who was all tied up.

Angie, feeling her presence, raised her head to look at her. Dry tears could be seen on her face, as if she had cried for too long.

They stared at each other for a long while before Angie finally broke the silence between them. “I heard Mr. King is here. Silence’s son.”

Rosa clicked her tongue and scoffed. “I can't believe you,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Angie gave her a small, painful smile. “I don't deserve your forgiveness. No matter what I do, no matter what I say,...