She watched him as he turned away from her, before her eyes lowered, a deep, unending sadness inside her. She missed him, the way he was before and it hurt, to have him turn away yet again. She sighed, returning to her drawing again, only to have her attention drawn as one of the officers came back down, opening her cell.
"We have to move you for processing," the woman said, trying not to make a face at all the drawings on the wall.
"Processing?" she asked, fear colouring her voice. No...she couldn't..she wouldn't survive in Blackgate...
"You're being released to your father's custody, pending treatment with a qualified psychiatric doctor," the officer said, flipping through Effie's file. "Apparently your case has been dropped in liue of evidence and some other legal jargon that is above my head."
Effie blinked, slowly as she stood, before clarity started to dawn on her. Her father...had gotten her freed. She didn't know how...she didn't want to know how...but he had pulled the strings to get her out.
"Lead the way," she breathed, relief flooding through her. She was safe!