Chapter Four
woke when she heard the clanking of her cell door. Someone had brought her some food, which she wanted to refuse. Rent with fear and loathing, her body angrily denied its needs. But when she got a whiff of something unexpectedly pleasing, her stomach changed its mind, and her hunger won out over stubbornness. She dove for the food, eating with her hands the bread, the meat, the potatoes and vegetables, until there was nothing left on the tin plate. She drank from a bottle of water then curled up in the old blanket and sat with her back against the cold cell wall.
Three days elapsed before Jessup came again. She knew this only because the guard that brought the food told her so. Perhaps she should mark the days with stick-like etchings in the concrete wall – but she was not
