Zara crouched low, the wet asphalt of the highway dampening her knees through her jeans. Patches of snow clung stubbornly to the edges of the road, glistening in the afternoon sun.
She stood with a sigh, rolling her shoulder. Who would have thought having enough supplies would be an issue?
"Mommy, my boots are squishy," Leo announced, his small voice breaking the eerie silence. He bounced a little, emphasizing the slosh of melted snow soaking into his worn boots.
Zara forced a tight smile and glanced down at him. "I know, baby. We'll find somewhere dry soon."
Leo nodded, his curly hair bobbing. "Okay." His tone was cheerful, but he stuck closer to her side, his little hand clutching hers like a lifeline.
