Becky at last looked over to her former friend, her smile widening. “Do you know what this means? I will get out of here. It’ll take a while, but I will win my freedom. My freedom!”
She flew off the bed, pulled Shannon to her feet, and hugged her as if she meant to cut her in two. Jolting pain shot up Shannon’s leg and Becky had caught her injured arm inside the fierce hug, but Shannon didn’t utter a sound, didn’t say a word.
She’d worked for this day for six long years. Her friend restored. She savored the moment.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish