YENA
When we finally caught our breath, Nolan curled up next to me and rested his head on my shoulder. I combed my fingers through his damp hair. It was getting long and wild.
Finally, he asked me how I had done it. Convinced the King to release him.
He asked if I found the old man, and what had happened.
I started by telling him about my trip to the orphanage. Nolan’s eyes lit up when he heard me talking about my art lesson with the kids.
Then I told him about the interview. I sat up and retrieved my phone from the nightstand as I talked.
I pulled up the video on the news website and passed him the phone.
Nolan was lying flat with his messy black hair splayed all around his head on the pillow. I stroked it as he watched the video. The i
