Los Angeles Women's Prison.
The prison gate opened, and a woman in her thirties walked out, seemingly dazzled by the sunlight. She used her right hand to shield her forehead, her head lowered as she walked forward.
"Lindsay."
She stopped in her tracks, seemingly surprised that someone would call her.
Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw a black pickup parked not far away, with David sitting in the car waving at her.
After hesitating for a moment, Lindsay walked over, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.
"You shouldn't be here, should you?"
"I took the day off," David said, looking at his somewhat unfamiliar wife. "You're hurt on the face, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just some minor issues," Lindsay said, pursing her lips and looking a bit at a loss. "Thank you, I don't have any money right now, those bail bonds..."
"That's the least of our worries, as long as you are okay." David started the car. "What do you want to eat? It's on me."
