Tanya Milton and Chantelle Wilson held hands, wondering when someone would come find them. They waited patiently but we're starting to loose hope.
What would become of them if Harriet Milton abandoned them.
Just before Tanya was arrested, she placed a call to her mother. Harriet sounded so indifferent about the matter, like she didn't care about what would become of her daughter of her daughter if she didn't speak up.
“Good morning ladies,” a man dressed in an expensive black suit entered into the holding cell.
“I'm Brad Astor's attorney, here to post the bail.” They had already lost hope of being released.
“Why could Brad come himself?” Tanya rolled her eyes, not even trying to conceal her anger or irritation.
Chantelle lodged her elbow into her side, “At least someone came,”
