What she wants is open windows on summer nights. Lone walks along the shore. No fear of the motorway breakdown. No terror of the dark. No horror of the gang. No comments in the street. No furtive touchings on the Tube. No more stroking their egos for fear of the fist in the face, the broken nose, the blood and snot running into her mouth. Bella was born free and is everywhere in chains. Usurpers have stolen her inheritance, and she must reclaim it.
