In the thick fog, Katelynn felt a sudden jolt as a woman unbuttoned her cloth which was on her hands and feet. Then this woman urged her to run. It was Grace.
In that moment, she didn't have the clarity to question why Grace was saving her; all she knew was that her life was on the line. A fierce instinct to survive kicked in, driving her forward with every ounce of strength she had. Time was short—the fog wouldn't linger forever. As she ran, Lieselotte's face filled her mind; she had to find her again, no matter what.
Katelynn sprinted through the dense trees, disoriented but determined. She searched for a glimmer of light that might lead her out. Her throat was parched, her legs felt weak, and the wounds on her feet threatened to reopen, but she pressed on, ignoring the pain.
