CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN – A NEW HOPE

"L-Lance?" she rasped out in a dry croak. "What are you...how did you get here?" His handsome features were drawn and haggard, etched deeply with worry lines and shadowed hollows. But those expressive eyes still shone with naked affection and concern as he leaned in closer to the window. "Your parents contacted me a few days ago," he said, his voice cracking with restrained emotion. "Told me about...about your mom's situation. And that you were struggling." He swallowed hard, seeming to steady himself. "They gave me permission to petition for a supervised visit so I could see you with my own eyes and...and try to help in whatever way I can." Kayla stared at him numbly, unable to properly process her turbulent rush of emotions. Part of her wanted to rage at him for not coming sooner - for abandoning her to the hellish depths of this pit. But another part simply felt relieved at seeing that kind, achingly familiar face again. She opened her mouth, trying to formulate a response. But