The prison library had a television, a small flat--screen mounted in the corner that inmates could watch during their designated free time. Daniel usually ignored it, preferring to read or plot or simply sit in silence, nursing the rage that was his constant companion. But tonight, something made him look up.

It was a news segment about Emma's exhibition. There she was, his wife----no, his ex--wife----standing in a gallery surrounded by her paintings, looking beautiful and confident ...