Nowadays, with Victoria Carter coming to the door, he basically has no reason to stay any longer.
But luckily, more than half the time has already passed, and if she persists a while longer, she should realize her addiction has nearly gone 24 hours without a relapse, and probably she can muster some spirit.
Keira Leaf stood by the window, watching the car gradually disappear from sight, her gaze somewhat gloomy, slowly leaning against the window, and slumped down on the ice cold ground. The white curtain occasionally brushed against her, prompting a sudden surge of despair, as if from now there would be no future, no hope. On the long road, only she remained.
Hugging her kneecaps, she curled up tightly, burying her head in her kneecap, tears dripping one by one, for the first time the thought of death occurred to her.
Keira Leaf couldn't help but shiver, even during the six years in jail, she had never felt such despair as at this moment.
