She sits in front of me, looking as guilty and remorseful as ever, and all I can do is imagine her been in bars. Imagine her taking Estella’s and I position here.

“Can’t you tell your brother that I want the cell room again. This one looks a bit too empty for my liking.”

Estella stares at me with awkwardness. “It is empty, Minerva. It is more than empty, if I may say.”

“Well, I don’t want to hear what you might or may not have to say,” My eyes remain on Gwen, “What I want to know is why the bastard’s sister ratted me out.”

“I did it to...