Chapter 29
The hours on the road stretched on, the steady hum of the engine and the rhythmic thrum of rain against the windows, creating a calming, almost hypnotic atmosphere. They passed a few other cars here and there, travelers just like them, trying to make their way through the night. Seeing other vehicles reminded her they weren’t the only ones trying to survive. However, the reasons behind each person’s journey were a mystery. Sometimes, they saw animals in the distance—cows grazing by the roadside, horses standing like shadows against the dark fields. Seeing such ordinary sights after the chaos they’d just escaped was strange. Brea glanced over at Milo again. He stared out the window, his face illuminated by the occasional passing headlights. His slight frame looked smaller against the vas
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