Axton

A crash of thunder woke me, and I bolted upright. Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the small window in the corner and briefly bringing light to the dull, cold prison.

Jody lay on her side, softly snoring and something in my heart tugged. She was curled in on herself with her hand tucked against her cheek. Almost like she'd fallen asleep pondering something.

Rain splattered against the stone wall outside, and I longed to break ...