I turn and look around the yard, noting the grass and the benches and nothing else. The space is not very large and is separated from other similar yards with a tall fence. I’m surrounded by women in prison garb, but don’t see anyone I recognize.
“Olivia!” Tanwen says, behind me.
I spin around and smile, relieved to see my friend. “Where are the others?”
“I haven’t seen them. They must rotate the prisoners out here.” She starts walking around the perimeter of the yard. “This is probably our only time to get exercise and soak up the sun. We’ve got to make it count.”
I feel so lethargic I can barely move my legs, but I manage to scramble after her. “Let me guess, you’re in your cell doing sit-ups and shit.”
“You know it.” She pumps her arms, making her power walk even faster. “Aren’t yo
