2 weeks earlier...
As Empty Sound walked through the door light filled her vision. It burned her eyes and forced her to sneeze. Tears streamed down her eyes, but not because of the sun.
“You are hereby released on the condition you report for parole. You may go now.”
She had waited twenty-seven years to hear those words. Twenty-seven long, hard years, with neither family nor friends. She hadn’t seen them in so long. The last visit was nearly two decades ago.
I wonder if she remembers me; remembers what I look like.
Her beautiful daughter probably hated her. When had it all gone wrong? Why had the evidence been so stacked against her? As far as the world was concerned, she had done all of those terrible things. She certainly had paid for them.
I hope that she believes me; that she forgives me.
The world would always see her as a liar and a scoundrel, but it was the least she could do to get her own daughter to love her again. The only question now was how to find her.
Where have you gone, my sweet little angel? Where are you, Fluttershy?