Chapter Seventy Six

(Lena’s POV)

I arrive at my mother’s cell, and a part of me wishes she was placed in cell level three. Even in the cell, she still had her nose in the air, like she was better than everyone else. The moment she saw me, she gasped, and then a smile formed on her lips, more genuine than her ‘usuals’. I do not smile back.

“Why are you here, mother?” I asked; the title 'mother’ seemed foreign on my lips; she didn’t deserve it.

"Well, couldn’t a mother see her own daughter?”

“When did you become so caring?”

“Don’t say that, Lena; you know, deep down, I always knew you were special.”

"Bullshit. Mother. Why are you here?”

My mother didn’t seem fazed by my disrespect.

“I always knew you were a strong child, yet I never knew you would last this long. You keyed to my advice, didn’t you?”

"No, mother, your advice was of no use to me. I could have ended up dead doing all those”

“I am trying to have a conversation here, Lena.”

“One you didn’t make throughout my eighteen years of being in your pac