Chapter 6
Marcus woke up with the dawn. He wasn’t sure how or why he did it; being inside of prison, he’d never woken up early. After all, he couldn’t see the sun and there were no clocks for him to look at. But he was awake.
Next to him, Angie slept softly. He looked over at her, careful not to move too much to awaken her. Her chest rose and fell softly. Her hair was halfway over her face, but the part of it he could see was beautiful. She was tangled up in the blankets.
They were still naked from the night before. He looked out the window. He thought he could detect the slightest hint of sunlight gracing the horizon.
He closed his eyes and rubbed them. He’d slept well, and he’d slept long, but he still felt tired. He hadn’t expected to instantly recover from his months in
