Chapter 118

Elodie

The path narrowed until it barely deserved the name.

Stone replaced dirt, jagged and uneven, forcing us to slow. Low shrubs scraped at our legs, and the air grew thinner as we climbed. By midmorning, the sun burned bright overhead, but its warmth didn’t reach deep between the rocks.

Nowhere indeed.

Randy glanced back at me more than once. “You holding up?”

“I will,” I said. My body protested every step, but I refused to let it show. Pain was familiar. ...