NOLAN
The freezing night seemed to go on forever. When a tiny bit of sunlight announced it was daytime again, Nolan felt a flicker of hope. Thinking Yena would come to see him again.
But she did not come.
And the day just dragged on. One slow, cold minute at a time.
This was the real punishment. It was not the discomfort or the hunger. It was the isolation of solitary confinement.
When night fell once more, Nolan was tempted to slip into feelings of hopelessness.
His body missed Yena’s. It felt like part of himself was missing without her.
But dwelling on those thoughts did not help to pass the time. And they were not productive, either.
Nolan braced himself for another night of deep blackness and bitter cold. He resolved to spend the hours ahead planning.
Considering wha
