Jane refused to look up when she heard footsteps approach her prison cell from the outside. She sat on her bed with her back against the headboard, her knees curled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She wore a pair of purple gym shorts and a baggy grey T-shirt with paw prints scattered across the front.

She could tell from the confident, steady tread that it was her husband about to enter her cell. Not that she thought he would allow anyone else to see her ...