“That’s a lovely drawing.” Fiona’s cultured a…

“That’s a lovely drawing.”

Fiona’s cultured accent breaks into Emma’s thoughts and she flushes, quickly closing the book and holding it to her chest.

“You should be proud of your work, Emma. It suits you and could earn you a tidy little supplementary income if you’re ever released.” Her smile is as oily as a snake oil salesman’s. “And you do want to get out, don’t you?”