“We need to get out of here. Do you remember the way to the highway?”, I asked, my voice coming out desperate and urgent to a flustered Ethan and he nodded meekly at me as he started shoving the food down his throat without a gap in between.
He must have been absolutely famished for him to eat so ravenously as I had come to know that he was a picky eater when I worked as his assistant long back. And yet here he was, eating local delicacies as if he was in a five star restaurant.
I eyed him warily and heaved a sigh of relief as I realized that his wounds were almost healed. The herbs and medicinal plants that the village head had planted in their land itself had done wonders to the wound. I suddenly felt an immense gratitude to the elderly woman who had took us in seeing our pathetic pl
