When Ursula went to work the next day, her mind lingered in the allotment with Tom. The way her body reacted to his nearness confused and worried her. She had loved Andreas, but he’d never caused those kinds of butterflies in her stomach.
Ursula put her troubling emotions aside and went through her routine, albeit without her usual cheerful smile. More than once, she overheard one of the prisoners asking what had happened to the Blonde Angel, although none of them dared to ask her directly. Not even her nickname drew a smile from her lips. Too strong was the anxiety about Tom’s well-being, and the utter confusion about her feelings towards him.
It wasn’t until the daily leisure hour that one of the older prisoners, not in age but in seniority, walked up to her when she stood alone and as
