Chapter 6 - Federal Prison
The long, grand hallway stretched out before them, leading toward the heavy front doors.
The man’s long strides never faltered.
The woman thrashed against his grip, her hands clawing weakly at his locked wrist.
"She will never serve you!"
The man’s voice echoed off the high, vaulted ceilings.
He dragged her past the framed portraits, past the imported vases.
"You're going to prison!"
The heavy front doors loomed closer, the glass panels reflecting the flashing red and blue lights already waiting outside the estate.
Back in the closet, the little girl sat quietly on the edge of the rubble.
She looked at her grease-stained hands.
She looked at the shattered pieces of the wooden shelf.
She slowly reached down and picked up the cotton polishing rag.
She walked over to the smear of black polish on the white marble floor.
She squatted down, tilting her head to the side.
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"If the floor is already dirty," the little girl whispered to the empty room, "then the police won't know she was wearing white."
She carefully draped the rag over the stain, hiding it from the light.
