Chapter TwelvePresent day
It was a Wednesday evening and the sun was setting over Salverford, casting rays of warm orange over Emerald Tower. Inside the pristine cell block, central heating made the rooms and corridors warm. It was brightly lit and decorated lavishly. Wallpaper made the walls and ceilings fresh and clean. Only a few heavy wooden doors branched off the main corridor, each donning an ornate number plaque and large brass lock.
Millicent entered Emerald Tower and passed the guards at the head of the corridor, giving them a wink as they opened the gates. Her boots tapped a sharp rhythm as she strode down the corridor. She passed two rooms before approaching Number Four.
She stepped onto the plush red carpet and looked around her large living room. It sported thick velvet cur
