‘Has it only been 4 weeks,’ Nikki Wade mused as she was restacking her gardening implements, ‘it seems so much longer…’

Helen Stewart, former governor now newly appointed lifer governor, had come back into Nikki’s life but what Nikki thought to be a great change of events turned out to be a huge disappointment ending in minor.
Nikki had fallen in love with Helen Stewart since the first moment she saw her. Her angelic face, her firm toned body, that enchanting Scottish lilt but foremost it was the way she carried on, treating the inmates as human beings, really caring about their problems and issues, just being there when someone needed support …, to Nikki she was the embodiment of Mother Thérèsa incarnated.
Oh she had her flaws alright, but to Nikki they were always of inconsequential nature. Ending up to that cliché again, love makes you as blind as a mole.

So, after resigning and getting some much needed R&R, Helen Stewart was back at Larkhall.

After getting Helen alone for a few seconds to talk Helen had clearly stipulated to Nikki what kind of relationship she wanted them to have and well…that just basically came down to having no relationship whatsoever.
Nikki wouldn’t and couldn’t believe it, yet Helen stayed adamant in her believes and couldn’t be persuaded otherwise.
Nikki had heard it all before, not spoken out loud but in her head;
"It’s too risky for the both of us, if we get caught I would lose my job and you’ll get transferred on the double, gone your appeal, gone the things we both worked so hard for, gone…"
With more force than she intended Nikki grabbed Helen’s shoulders; "And what about these feelings aye? What about this connection we share? And don’t say you don’t feel it too ’cause I know you do! Helen, what about US? You’re talking about the consequences while I am still thinking about the cause of…Helen, I lov…"
"NO!’, Helen spat angrily before stepping back , ‘DON’T! DON’T say it again! We can’t and we won’t have an ‘us’, it’s just too difficult, can’t you get that through that thick skull of yours, WE CAN’T!"
And with that Helen walked out of Nikki’s cell, not once turning back. Yet if she would have, Nikki could have seen the tears cascading down Helen’s cheeks.