ELENA

It looked so late outside, the stars looked like they would be out, “Uh..what’s your name?” I asked “I realized that I haven’t asked you all day..My name’s Elena” I said with a smile, my hand stretched forth for a shake.

“Beatrice” she smiled back, taking my hand into hers as shook it. We exchanged a friendly smile, my first ever real female friend ever since my marriage to Stephen. It felt relieving, reminding me that I wasn’t in a prison anymore.

“I’ll be on ...