CHAPTER 24
Simon knew winter had ended when his teeth stopped chattering at night. Sometimes he wondered if time had deceived him. Was it only a few months, or had he spent over a year in this black vacuum? Where was Hannah now? Was she even alive? He hated the thought of her trapped in a cell as dark and desperate as his.
Anxious fears collided against each other viciously, swirling chaotically in his soul. At first, he was optimistic his detainment would get easier. He’d grow accustomed to this timeless void. He’d establish a prayer routine and spend his days with purpose or at least some form of dignity. But as a humid spring chased away the harsh chill of winter, the despair only swelled and intensified. He stopped stretching his limbs or working his muscles. What was the point? He c
