[She laughs at that, but it's more bitter than amused.]
It's all very... complicated. By my count, I've been in this prison for about 22 weeks. Except it hasn't been continuous. I was gone for a while. Somewhere in my 18th week, I disappeared for a few weeks. Didn't feel like it to me though. It was as though I went to sleep, and woke up with a few years worth of new memories from home.
My first 18 weeks here, I didn't even know Mickey existed. I'd arrived here after a different man left me. Called off our engagement and accused me of cheating on him. Then overnight, I had a whole year jammed into my head. I miss him. A lot. But at times, I feel like it's all a really vivid dream.