"Nope," she replies. She shifts the fruit cup between her hands, favours her words: "He made a big deal out of being on good terms again, promised me a house when I get out of here, but then his inmate graduated. He stuck around just long enough to give me a parting gift, and showed me the door the minute I didn't let him touch me."

She doesn't mean to, but a scoff slips out anyway.

"Didn't go back for his wife, either."