All day yesterday, I was waiting for the fallout from Jersey's fight with the madams to fall on us. It never did. No-one mentioned Nadine's swollen-shut eye or the purple mess that is Mama Prusco's flattened face. Jersey's fat knuckles weren't...

I didn't need to tell Jersey about Tia. When I got back to the dorms last night, the ex-Wolverine was stomping about with a face like thunder and everyone was giving her a wide berth. I would have asked her what was wrong if I didn't already...

The other women in the dorm have learned Jersey's moods, but even they misjudged just how her temper can flare, especially when she's already in a bad mood. Just after I got back from the infirmary last night, I saw Nadine and Mama Prusco cruising...

No matter how much I try to hold things together, shards still slip through my fingers. There are so few pieces that I have any contact with now, and I can't even keep a grip on those. Tia has been trying to speak with me for a couple of days. Every...

With Debbie gone, there's no reason for me to linger in the infirmary any more. Being back in the dorm is strange, and yet exactly the same. Most of the women don't speak to me. I'm used to it now, but it doesn't make the bubble around me any less...