All Chapters of From Prison Bars To Gold Bars. : Chapter 251
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250. Rainy Day
It rained on Sunday. It seemed like it was a tradition for them to be blessed by weekend rain in the village. It wasn't the kind of sullen drizzle that made everything feel gray, but a gentle, rhythmic downpour that turned the cottage into a sanctuary. The garden looked refreshed, wildflowers bowing in gratitude, and the windows blurred with streaks of water that played soft percussion against the glass.Inside, the air was thick with the smell of cinnamon, warm from the oven. Ivy had decided to bake bread, and Van had declared it the perfect day for indoor fort-building. The twins, dressed in mismatched pajamas, were already dragging pillows from the living room toward the hallway, babbling about secret tunnels and invisible guards.Van followed with a blanket slung over one shoulder, his expression solemn as he nodded at Ivy. “If I don’t return, tell the bread I loved it.”“You mean me, right?” she teased.He turned dramatically, touched his heart. “Also you. Obviously.”The bread
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251. Happiness From Within
The rain cleared out with the night, and by morning, the village seemed to exhale. The sky was a clear watercolor wash of blue, streaked with delicate gold at the edges. Birds darted through the trees, calling to each other like they had news to share, and the narrow roads leading from the cottage to the main square bustled with quiet anticipation.It was fair day.The spring fair came once a year, organized by the local community board and packed with the kind of charming stalls and activities that felt untouched by time. Ivy had signed them up for a booth — homemade herb salts, jams, and fresh bread, mostly for fun — and the twins had been bouncing with excitement since they woke.Van helped them get dressed, choosing matching overalls for the twins and a loose linen shirt for himself. Ivy wore a yellow sundress and a wide hat that made her look like she’d stepped out of a vintage postcard. When Van told her so, she rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek.They packed the car with fold
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252. Lila
The morning after the fair, the village moved with a Sunday slowness.Sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains and birds chattered in hedges. In Van and Ivy’s cottage, the scent of toast and warm milk drifted through the kitchen, mingling with the lazy giggles of the twins building a pillow fort in the living room.But two streets over, past the bakery and behind the old church, a narrow apartment above the florist’s shop remained tightly shuttered.Lila’s.Inside, the walls were painted a clean eggshell white, the furniture modest and warm-toned, touched with personal flourishes: framed prints, potted herbs, a mismatched pair of armchairs. There were three mugs in the drying rack and a notebook open on the table, half-filled with sketches and tightly looped cursive notes.It looked peaceful.But the bedroom told a different story.A laundry basket overflowed with clothes that hadn’t seen folding in weeks. A cracked phone charger was taped together near the nightstand, and two old cof
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253. Innocent Or...?
The scent of simmering herbs met Lila at the door.Inside the cottage, warmth radiated from every corner — a blend of candlelight, worn wood, and laughter echoing from the kitchen. The front hallway was cluttered with little shoes and an abandoned toy train that let out a cheerful whistle when stepped on.“Oops!” Lila laughed, stepping back. “Someone’s train tried to trip me.”“We told him not to leave it there,” Ivy called from the kitchen. “But you know Billy— future engineer, present-day chaos.”Van peeked out from behind a cabinet door, wiping his hands on a towel. “Glad you could make it. Dinner’s almost ready. You’re just in time to stir.”Lila’s face lit up — gently, but bright enough to impress. “My specialty.”The kitchen was full of motion. Ivy chopped carrots with casual precision. Van measured out herbs with more ceremony than the task required, clearly enjoying the excuse to fuss. The twins danced in and out, arguing about whether soup should have noodles or dumplings.Bi
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254. Who Is Lila?
At exactly 6:00 a.m., Lila’s alarm buzzed — a soft chime that hardly matched its consequence. She shut it off without opening her eyes, exhaled through her nose, and laid still for one minute more. Not out of laziness, but out of calculation.She had a ritual. A controlled way to greet the day.A mug of black coffee. Exactly twelve minutes of stretching. One banana, one hard-boiled egg, one list — handwritten — of that day’s goals. Mondays were for charm. Tuesdays, patience. Wednesdays were reserved for watching.This was a Wednesday.Her apartment was modest but not neglected. A velvet armchair by the window, a bookshelf with spines facing outward in perfect symmetry, and a kitchen that looked barely used. No family photos. No clutter. No warmth, unless you counted the pot of tulips on the sill — planted, tended, but never named.The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.She preferred it that way.After dressing — dark jeans, a clean linen blouse, no fragrance — Lila opened her planner. Sh
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