I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Knowing her daughter's experiences, Mrs. Wilkinson's eyes filled with tears as she clenched her fists. "My daughter has suffered so much. How did she endure it?"

Mrs. Wilkinson couldn't imagine the hell her daughter had gone through. Other daughters were cherished and pampered. If her daughter hadn't been lost, she too would have been treated like a princess. John Wilkinson spoke with a tone of melancholy. "Yes, how did she survive?"

He had pondered and asked this question many times.

How did she endure it?

She crawled out from a pile of corpses to be where she is today.

"Tomorrow, I must go see Sarah. Make the arrangements," Mrs. Wilkinson said, wiping her tears. "I know my daughter is back; how can I not see her? I wish I could bring her home immediately."

She wanted to make up for all the suffering her daughter had endured.

"Alright," John Wilkinson replied. "I'll make the arrangements."

That night, Mrs. Wilkinson was too excited to sleep. She eagerly called Mr. Wilkinson to tell him the news that their daughter was still alive.

Mrs. Wilkinson thought about the conversations and meetings she'd had with her daughter before, and her heart raced with joy, relief, excitement, and guilt.

Her daughter had stood right in front of her, and she hadn't recognized her.

The next day.

Mrs. Wilkinson woke up early, waiting to leave with John Wilkinson to visit their daughter in prison.

Mr. Wilkinson drove directly to the police station where John Wilkinson worked. With both parents pressing him, John Wilkinson sighed and made the arrangements.

John Wilkinson first went to see Selene to explain the situation and let her decide whether or not to meet them.

When Selene heard the news, she frowned and felt nervous; she wasn't psychologically prepared.

Even if she weren't in prison, reuniting with her parents would still make her anxious and unsure of what to do.

"Sarah, Mom and Dad have always been thinking about you. No matter what, you are their pride and joy," John Wilkinson said. "I told them about this because if something unexpected happens, they would regret not knowing. Mom's health isn't good; no one knows what might happen in three years."

Tomorrow or an accident-you never know which will come first.

Just like Meredith's accident-who could have predicted that such a young person would be gone so soon?

Selene understood what John Wilkinson meant; it was influenced by Meredith's incident.

"Alright," Selene said. "I can meet them."

"Good, I'll bring Mom and Dad in now." John Wilkinson's face lit up with joy. Although the place for a family reunion was less than ideal, being together was all that mattered.

Mrs. Wilkinson and Mr. Wilkinson were overwhelmed with emotion as they quickly entered the cell when they learned Selene was willing to see them.

Selene stood in the cell wearing prison clothes, looking thin and expressionless as she watched her parents enter. She felt nervous but hid her emotions well.

"Sarah." The moment Mrs. Wilkinson saw Selene, she couldn't control herself and rushed over to hug Selene tightly, crying uncontrollably. "My daughter, Mom finally found you."

Mr. Wilkinson wiped his tears beside them. Knowing what his daughter had been through before coming here only made him feel more heartbroken for her; he could never blame her for being in prison.

Mrs. Wilkinson held Selene so tightly that she almost fainted from crying too hard due to overwhelming emotions.

"Sarah, you've suffered so much, my poor daughter."

Tears streamed down Mrs. Wilkinson's face as Mr. Wilkinson also wiped his tears, his eyes red from crying.

John Wilkinson gently patted Mr. Wilkinson's shoulder in silent comfort.

It took a long time for Mrs. Wilkinson to calm down enough to speak again while holding Selene's hand: "Sarah, behave well in there. Your father and I will wait for you at home and make sure you come back early." She wouldn't let her daughter serve the full three-year sentence; once things calmed down and as long as Selene behaved well, the Wilkinsons would use their connections to bring her home sooner.

"Sarah, I'm your father," Mr. Wilkinson stepped forward with loving eyes and a gentle tone.

For the first time, Selene felt parental love-strange yet warm.