The Light In His Dark
I double check the load on my gun as I enter the doors to the basement, then hold it firmly in my right hand as I rush down the stairs and into the long hallway of cells.
"Skylar!" I call out and count in my head as I read the numbers of each cell. 23, 24, 25...
Finally, I reach cell 39, breathless and all. At first glance, the cell looks empty. That's until I see Dexton lying on the ground, out cold, his chest rising and falling on occasion.
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