Chapter 42 Forty one

MARIA'S POV

“Thank you, Eleanor.” Jackson said softly, his voice tinged with a flicker of hope amidst the despair.

Hope.

It felt so foreign now.

Before I could respond, the mocking voice of the girl in the next cell broke through the gloom.

“The both of you are utterly foolish.” she sneered. “...

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