Camilla had been in prison for over half a year, and her appearance had changed dramatically, far from the vibrant and elegant woman she used to be. Her once-lustrous hair had become dull and unkempt, hanging lifelessly around her gaunt face. The sparkle in her eyes had faded, replaced by a hollow gaze that reflected the weight of her confinement. The lack of sunlight and fresh air had taken a toll on her complexion, leaving it pale and sallow.
"Camilla Yan, you have a visitor." The prison guard announced, interrupting Camilla's thoughts. She looked up, her weary eyes meeting the guard's stern gaze. Slowly, she stood up, her body aching from the long hours spent sitting on the cold, hard floor.
She followed the guard to the visitor's area and saw her daughter, Elise, on the other side of the glass that separated. Camilla's eyes lit up as she saw her daughter. She hadn't seen her or her husband for weeks and wondered what could have happened outside.
