Chapter Twenty Eight

I trudged through the remainder of the forest feeling tired, starving, and thirsty. I felt empty. My wound was killing me, and my legs were sore. I was ready to accept my fate that I was going to die here.

And honestly, I was thinking of committing the unthinkable. The guilt I felt for Arthur's death was too much for me to fathom. I didn't know where Jackie was. I knew she was probably scared, wanting me to get her.

My father was probably back at home worried sick. I had already spent a full week here. In a way, I felt that I was letting everyone down.

"Ouch!" I tripped over a stone. It was very sharp and scraped my feet as a fell. I landed on my wound and howled. I couldn't get up on my own, not while I was hurt like this. I crawled over to a tree and pulled myself up to sit.

Then I leaned my back against it.