Penny curiously studied the man who was left in there with one of his hands cuffed in one of the bars on the wall. When he looked back at her, he arched a brow and smirked viciously, as if to scare her. But Penny had met different types of criminals during her time in prison. Hence, she didn't react to his attempt to scare her.
If anything, his comment just now piqued her intrigue.
She blinked, and the man raised his brows higher.
"What is that little girl looking at?" the man wondered, but Penny flashed him an innocent smile. He scoffed and shook his head, thinking this girl knew nothing about the world yet. Hence, she had no sense of danger.
Penny's attention was snatched when Grace's mother spoke.
"No, Officer. My husband is not hurting me," she told them a blatant lie, smiling through her bruises.
Everyone frowned — even the officer. "Ma'am, if you're not being hit by your husband, how did you get your bruises?"
