Shannon stayed in the ward alone, looking out of the window. If this matter couldn't be resolved, and she died in prison, would anyone still remember her?
She was like a person without roots. She didn't even have a single biological kin by her side. No one would remember her, right?
Shannon was a little depressed, but when she thought about how her friends would definitely be sad if she died, she pulled herself together.
She couldn't sleep the entire night. All she could do was wait for the sun to rise, so that she could turn the tables around.
The rain fell even harder in the morning, and Shannon was in a bad mood.
"Miss Zanders, Jake asked me to bring you breakfast." Someone knocked on the door in the morning.
Shannon was confused. Why would Jake ask someone to deliver food to her?
Moreover, she had announced to the public that she was dying. The police wouldn't allow a stranger to enter, would they?
