Eden
Day Four
Gone was the snarky banter from earlier. After the German girl had been carted away, Angie and her cellmate didn’t utter a word. They sat in stony silence until they were called to serve breakfast.
While she delivered plates of mouth-watering French toast to the men, Angie schemed. Upon arrival in the kitchen, she’d made eye contact with the tongueless woman possibly named Zola, and the woman’s eyes had held a smudge of emotion. Yet, as certain as Angie was that the speechless woman had regretted what happened with Reno, it would still be dangerous to approach her. Visions of Reno’s hand stuck to the wooden cutting board with a vibrating knife made Angie’s stomach churn. Her overture might make Zola feel she had no choice but to alert the guards. Like she’d had no option
