Millie-Rose POV
The cloud of red dust Gerald’s car left in its wake was thick and acrid, burning my throat and stinging my eyes. I lay on the sun-baked ground, watching in despair as Gerald drove away, I kept on watching until his taillights shrank and eventually vanished completely.
My lungs screamed for water and for clean air as I forced myself to stand despite my protesting muscles. I couldn’t stay here forever, I had to find a way despite the dull throbbing pain in my head.
Gerald had taken every single dollar I had on me and left me with nothing. The only cash I had left in my purse was a few crumpled pesos.
I was alone and stranded in a God-forsaken patch of Mexican desert, surrounded by nothing but the silent, mocking expanse of the arid landscape and the scorching sun.
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