After a few days, Maxine was given a life sentence.
Maisie went to see her one last time. When the warden brought her to the visitation room, she still looked calm as ever, not showing signs that she was a person on death row.
She sat down and put the receiver to her ear, then smiled. “It’s ironic that you’re the last person I see.”
Maisie looked at her. “Do you not regret your actions?”
“Regret?” She laughed, but her eyes were cold. “There’s nothing to regret about. I’m not the one at fault. The world is at fault for not being fair to me.”
Maisie’s eyes darted. “I sympathize with you, but this isn’t a good reason to kill someone for revenge.”
“What do you know? Have you gone through what I have?”
Maxine’s expression was dark. “I was six when I had to go through such an ugly experience, but the man who assaulted me was perceived as a good man because he was enthusiastic and had so-called good behavior. He easily convinced the police and neighbors, and even my mother. What I sai
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