Carolyn faced the wall, but the gentle rise and fall of her shoulders mesmerized Daniel as she slept. The jail's blankets were as insubstantial as Constable Peavey. He warmed the cell accordingly. How could he be anywhere but here, where she insisted upon remaining before the trial?
"Rather symbolic, isn't it?" she'd whispered through tears, as the euphoria of civil protest faded. The prison door swung silently open. Swiftly, she rose and slammed it shut before scampering back to her cot. He lay beside her. Carolyn gathered his arm, which she could see but not feel, tightly around her waist.