[Short Flashback: Penny's First Life]
"Penny." Grace leaned closer to the bench, eyeing her warily. Penny had some serious bruises on her cheeks and under her eyes, but compared to how she looked before, she was already recovering.
"I heard your execution date is set," Grace said casually. "What do you feel?"
Penny smacked her lips and gave her a deadpan stare. Grace could be blunt—insensitive, even—but then again, everyone had already heard. Around the yard, inmates on nearby benches were all sneaking glances her way.
Even Heart—the inmate who never spoke and was covered in burns—was watching her with concern in her eyes.
Penny exhaled deeply, propping her elbow on the table.
"Nothing," she said flatly, almost sarcastically. "What do you expect me to do? Sulk? Cry a river?"
"My life's been shitty from the start," she added with a shrug. "It's a horrible life, and I fucking hate it."
