Jessamyn squared her shoulders, steeling herself against the anxiety churning inside her. Each step forward felt heavier than the last, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on her. But she couldn't stop. Not now. Not with everything at stake—her husband, her child, her very future. She had to press on, through the fear, through the dread coiling in her gut. For Jerrick. For their son.
There was no turning back.
The valley stretched out before her like a vast, shadowy expanse, cradled by jagged mountains that loomed over the land like ancient sentinels. Their peaks clawed at the sky, dark and menacing, casting long shadows across the plains below. It was eerily silent, the kind of silence that seeped into your bones, making every rustle of wind feel like a whisper of something unseen.
