14 Allie and Kylie
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“Wait, you guys. I just can’t walk any further,” said Allie. “My feet are seriously killing me.”
“We need to keep moving,” said Justice, turning around, walking backwards on the pavement. “I think there’s a house over that next hill.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You say that before every hill.”
The side of his lip went up. “One of these times, I’ll be right.”
She stopped, took off her pink canvas shoes, and examined her heels in alarm. “See, they’re both raw from blisters.”
Justice walked back and stared at her ankles. “It’s your own fault for wearing such cheap tennis shoes and no socks.”
“It’s not like I had a lot of choice in the matter,” she muttered. “The only other ones I had were left in the truck we abandoned back at that parking ramp. The one you said w
