Hunter sighs and tangles his dark hair. Hunter, with his head down, waits for my response.

"Sad, but coping with it all and missing you." Do you know your release date?"

Alone with the chilling wind and snow, he's inside a cozy wooden cabin with food and a bed.

Hunter breaks his neck, his head swaying. "David didn't say," Hunter says.

Of course, David wouldn't tell Hunter when he'd be freed. I'm not upset or terrified of Hunter, just apprehensive and puzzled. I re-fill my cup to keep my hands occupied.

Hunter tells me everything just after finishing my tea and putting the cup on the kitchen table, leaving me...