As if catching a glimmer of hope, Olivia Jenkins hastily put on a spare coat without a second thought.
Spreading the cardboard by the door, she stacked other boxes together, huddled herself on top of them, and wrapped herself tightly in the double coats.
Occasionally, she tapped on the door of the cold storage with a small hammer, hoping that someone outside would hear her knock, even though time ruthlessly ebbed away each second, each minute.
Battered by the frigid cold, the spare coat she had put on provided her the much-needed warmth. Her body no longer felt icy cold, but there was finally a semblance of warmth, reducing her trembling.
The purple on Olivia's skin began to gradually fade, and her senses started to recover.
To conserve her energy, Olivia didn't shout out loud, but rather tapped on the door, hoping that someone would find her soon.
...
After finishing her dinner, Hannah Jenkins returned home with her grandmother as if nothing had happened.
