Phantom Visitor

CADE

The concrete floor is cold against my cheek, but it does nothing to ease the fire raging across my back. Every breath feels like someone is dragging broken glass along my spine.

I'm curled in on myself, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around my middle. I don't know how long I've been like this. Hours? Maybe days. Time doesn't exist in here.

The heavy clang of cell doors opening echoes