Chapter 158
- The first thing I registered was the smell of damp earth and pine. The second was the rhythmic, agonizing pulse of my own ruined body.
- I was lying on a makeshift bed of pine boughs and scavenged blankets, my head cradled by Yara’s gentle hand.
- The sun, a pale, defeated disk, filtered through the thick canopy above. We were deep in the woods, far from the smoking ruins of the canyon.