Talia’s POV
The night is creeping in, and I am completely worn out. I have been walking all day, and now the second day is almost over, yet something keeps pulling me back to the same spot. My legs feel heavy, and every step takes more effort than the last. Hunger comes and goes in waves, and the only thing I find along the way is some tart fruit, which barely helps. I chew slowly, trying to make it last, but it does nothing to fill me.
Just then, I consider turning back. At least at home, I would eat properly, and I would have a bed. Even if people talk or laugh, I would still have somewhere to rest without worrying about where to sleep next. I press my lips together and shake the thought off. No. I have already come this far, and there is no turning back.
I haven’t seen a single soul
