Chapter Thirty-Nine

Harlow

The walk to the cabin feels longer than it should be. Or maybe time is strange now. My legs feel heavy, like they are full of wet sand. The socks are freezing again, stiff with ice, and the skin on my feet has gone past pain and into something numb and frightening. I keep one hand on my stomach. I do not press. I do not hold. I just rest it there. A reminder. A promise.

Jonah keeps the pace