“Just a little farther,” she whispered, though she didn’t know how much farther there even was.
Her breath formed pale clouds in the air that vanished almost instantly.
The trees along the roadside leaned and creaked in the wind, their branches shifting in ways that made them look like tall shadowy figures moving when she wasn’t looking directly at them.
Maya tried not to cry.
Crying meant making noise.
Noise meant being noticed.
And the last thing she wanted tonight was to be noticed.
Still, tears slipped down her cheeks and froze there, leaving cold trails along her skin.
“Please,” she whispered quietly to the empty road. “Someone help me.”
The snow fell harder.
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