Chapter 53
Greg's POV
When she finally did come again, my mind was already made up.
I was still healing from the bruises that had been inflicted on my chin and my legs.
I lay in bed, my sore body using this little time to rest before the warden would bang on my door again, requesting that I come out to work on the mills.
The warden had claimed to punish the men involved in beating me up, but when I saw them the next day at dinner, they looked fresh and hearty, sniggering at me.
“Hey! That bruise is too hideous for your face!” one of them hollered, making the rest burst into laughter like a bunch of kids.
I guess the influence of Lancaster protects them here.
“I don’t understand why they did that to you. No-gooders who are in here for serious crimes. One of them stabbed their grandm
