Zara adjusted the straps of the carrier that held Leo snug against her chest, his small hands clutching at the fabric of her jacket. Her legs ached from the hours of walking, but she kept moving.
"We're close," she said aloud, her voice steady. She wasn't sure if she was reassuring herself or Leo.
Ahead, the highway disappeared into the haze. No sign of City H. No sign of anything except desolation and decay. Was that the Mist or was it caused by the weather? She shouldn't tell.
Zara's stomach churned with unease, but she forced herself to keep her pace even.
If I panic, he'll panic.
She glanced down at Leo, his head resting on her chest. His curls, sticky with sweat and grime, brushed against her chin.
She couldn't let him see her doubt.
