I saw Joshua in my dream. He held me tightly to his chest, as he often did in bed. But this time his face looked grim and worried. The muscles in his face were tense as he pressed his lips to my temple.

I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer. He kept his lips sealed. I couldn't lift my hand to touch his face. It hurt. All I felt was pain all over my body. My eyes felt heavy. I hadn't slept in days. I couldn't sleep in that cell. All my senses had to be active even when I closed my ...