I waited until the following morning to visit Zara. She was practically giddy as she showed me around her one bedroom apartment in her black jeans that were slightly baggy and a grey jumper that hid her tiny frame, but the excitement in her voice was evident that she was already enjoying her newfound freedom. “Oh, it’s so cosy, don’t you think Luna?” “It’s lovely, it’s all fresh and new and I’m sure over time you’ll add your own taste to it”. She nodded as she sighed happily, sitting down on the plush cream couch. “It’s so strange being here. I didn’t sleep at all last night. I feared I’d wake up and it would all just be a dream and I’d be back in my cell. I can’t believe I’m really here, that this is all happening and it’s all thanks to you”, she looked at me with grateful watery eyes. I smiled as I sat on the armchair opposite her and took a cup of fresh tea she had made for us. “It’ll be strange for you for some time I expect, just take it one day at a time” I looked down at my