That night, Janet and Grace stood in front of the prison gates, their hearts heavy with a mix of confusion and anger. They had come to see Sonia, hoping to hear an explanation, to make sense of the chaos surrounding Angela’s disappearance. But what they were about to hear would shake them even more than they could have ever imagined.
Inside the visitation room, Sonia sat on the opposite side of a glass partition, her face pale and drawn. She looked tired, but there was a desperation in her eyes, one that Janet and Grace couldn’t ignore. Sonia avoided their gazes, fiddling with her hands nervously.
Janet leaned forward, her voice low but sharp. "Sonia, we’ve been hearing things... things that don’t make sense. We need answers. What happened to Angela?"
Sonia shifted uncomfortably in her
