I didn’t stop running.
Branches tore at my skin.
My heart raced in panic. Every step sent pain knifing through my ribs, but I gritted my teeth and kept going.
Leo clung to my back, his arms tight around my shoulders and his face buried in my neck.
“Mama… where are we going?” His voice was so small, I almost thought it was the wind.
“Somewhere safe, baby. Just hold on.”
We kept going until we came to the old temple.
“It’s still here,” I said, rather surprised.
“What is still here?” Leo lifted his head slightly.
“The old temple. I was hidden here once… when I was your age.”
The inside was colder and darker than I remembered. It smelled of damp stones and forgotten time.
I set Leo down gently beside a stone altar. He rubbed his eyes, shivering.
“I’m cold.”
I stripped off my cloak
