She had wanted him to feel horrible and apologize for leaving her to fend for herself, but when it happened, she hated it. She glanced at one of the high windows. Her polished nails dug into her palm. Fuck him!

The news that he should have been released but had messed it up for himself drew her eyes back on him. "You big fuckin' idiot," she hissed, but she listened. "Well, ye'll definitely be back if ye keep goin' like that. What ye gonna do when they release ye? If ye're gonna to hang out in the pub and get into fights, you can fuck right off back to prison. I'll never visit ye again. Ye gotta be better than them."