C76 ICE SEVENTY-SIX: GOT THE LAST LAUGH.

MADISON’S POV:

Two days. Forty-eight hours trapped in a six-by-eight concrete box that smelled of metal and rot. Each breath scraped through panic lodged on my chest like a stone.

It wasn’t the small cell or the lack of sunlight that broke me but the way the world seemed to shrink around me, until even breathing felt like a privilege I had to earn. I hadn’t been allowed a change of clothes