Chapter 24

• **Ashford Penitentiary.**
• I winced at the sharp pain in the corners of my lips as I cowered in the corner of the cramped cell. The lingering metallic taste on my tongue served as a painful reminder of the spot where my lips had split and bled.
• Yesterday, during a brawl in the cafeteria, my cellmate had taken the opportunity of the commotion to hit me in the face. She got away unscathed because I had no proof she did it. My only witness had shut her mouth in fear for her life. I couldn’t blame her for it.