77 Mysteries And Hate

As Jane left the warden's office, she carried with her a renewed sense of purpose and determination. The warden's words echoed in her mind, a beacon of encouragement that fueled her steps. She felt a weight lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of belonging. She thought of the warden as a strict man but the way he was so nice to her made her excited to even work in the prison. As she stepped into the corridor, the warden's assistant, a kind-hearted guard named Mark, approached her with a reassuring smile. "Jane, the warden has instructed me to accompany you back to your section, to wherever you feel most familiar," he said. His voice held a gentle warmth that instantly put Jane at ease. It was very rare for a male guard to be in a female prison. Grateful for the support, Jane nodded appreciatively and replied, "Thank you, Mark. That would be helpful. I could use some guidance to navigate the changes that have unfolded." Mark walked alongside Jane, matching