Landon had beaten up Zoe quite badly. Two of her ribs were broken, so her treatment at the detention center was marginally better than Betty’s. At least, Zoe was placed in a single cell, spared from the torments of other inmates.

Zoe coughed up blood every day. She didn’t even have the energy to cause a racket. Every day, she lay stiffly in bed and cried. “Help me. I’m going to die… I drank the blood of someone with HIV. I’m going to be infected. Save me, please!”

Strangely enough, Betty’s ruse had an effect. Zoe was plagued by constant fear, her days filled with bouts of vomiting triggered by the vile words she had heard.

It was a shame that no one bothered about her.

Despite her suffering, Zoe endured until the news of her impending medical parole revitalized her. In a sudden surge of energy, she sat up, laughing and crying hysterically in front of the prison guard and her attorney, Horace Finch, appearing unhinged.

“I knew it! I knew that Grandpa and Mom wouldn’t abandon me! I just knew it!”

tried to end

prison

reaction, Horace chose not to inform her of Cornelius’ death. He anticipated her volatile response, worrying she

to the hospital. They’re

do I have to ride with the police?” Zoe’s tone was disdainful

“Ms. Zoe, you are being

The prosecution will proceed with the case against you

of shit!” Zoe pointed

can’t even get this little bit right. What is our

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