Jessamyn cast a worried glance at Bernard, noting how ragged and gaunt he had become. His once strong and broad frame was now reduced, his breath coming in labored gasps as they trudged through the dense undergrowth.
They had been walking for what felt like an eternity—over a week without decent rest. Every step was a struggle, especially for Bernard, who received nothing but starvation and cruelty while Jessamyn was given just enough sustenance to keep her on her feet.
The baby growing inside her demanded more from her body, and the woman holding them captive knew that too well.
