Lily and Mercy would wander around the wing, chat to people, shower, read papers. Lily became a bit of a gym bunny, worked off some of her frustration that way, but more often she’d just sit and watch some TV with Mercy. ‘You killed your old man,’ said Mercy while they slumped there, inert. ‘Yeah,’ said Lily. She had long since stopped protesting her innocence. And she had learned that her reputation as a killer gave her a certain kudos inside; it made others keep their distance. She wasn’t about to let that small advantage go, not even in a private conversation with a friend. ‘And you got kids with the man,’ said Mercy. ‘Yeah. Two girls.’ Lily showed Mercy the photo of her and Oli and Saz; all together, grinning happily. Leo had been behind the camera. She’d shown Mercy the picture before. This was a little ritual of theirs; it comforted them both. Mercy looked at it. ‘They’re so beautiful. I got kids too, you know.’ ‘Yeah, you said.’ Lily glanced at Mercy.
