Josh groaned as he tried to move. He didn’t know how much time had passed. It could have been a few minutes or days. His arse hurt from the cold, hard ground; his arms throbbed from being cuffed to the bunk in an awkward position. The chill made his bones ache, but it was nothing compared to the screaming pain in his heart.
The pain wasn’t all bad, though. It reminded him that he was alive, and being alive meant there were still things he had to do.
His son was somewhere outside the thick stone walls and the welded-shut door, wondering why Josh hadn’t gone inside to have some cake. Icicles pierced his chest; he couldn’t leave Sam.
What if Jett has taken him and left?
Struggling against the cuffs, his rattling set off an echoing in the never-ending darkness. Metal cut into his skin as h
