Jake’s POV
The small, weak body of the girl shivered against the cement floor. I tried reaching through the bars and touching her. She was ice cold. I rubbed my hands together, blew my hot breath on them and tried rubbing her arms to keep her warm. “Someone help!” I shouted. “it’s going to be okay. I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” I could hear footsteps getting closer. I didn’t move from my spot. A large man appeared in front of my cell. His eyes glanced from me to the little girl cured on the floor in the next cell. “Help!”
"Jake?" Jordana's voice came from down the hall. I got to my feet, my knees soaked wet from the damp floor and walked to the cell bars. My hands wrapped around the cold steel and like many times before I leaned my head against them. Jordana's f
