[Short Flashback: Maximum Prison]
Penny lay flat on the upper bunk bed. Her body and the ceiling were only an arm's length away from her, making her pick up the habit of stretching an arm. She planted her hand on the ceiling, her chapped and bruised lips curling up.
Despite the darkness in the cell, she could see everything perfectly. Perhaps it was because this had been her life for the past months.
"Hey," she called quietly, but with the small cell, her voice still echoed. She winced a bit as the cut on the side of her eyes ached. "Didn't you kill your family?"
Her question was intended for the person lying on the lower bunk bed. Grace didn't answer and kept her eyes closed, but she heard her question.
"Do you regret it?" asked Penny and for a moment, Grace smirked.
"Regret?" Grace scoffed as she slowly reopened her eyes. "Not even a second."
Penny chuckled weakly. "Why?"
