A Map of Broken Streets

Previously

…Caleb gripped the tiller, his jaw set. He didn’t have an answer. They were in the middle of nowhere, their boat a sieve, their pursuers relentless. But they were together. And for now, that was all that mattered. “Anywhere but here,” he said, his gaze fixed on the horizon, a faint, hopeful glimmer in the oppressive darkness. “We’re going anywhere but here.” The old boat coughed and sputtered, a testament to their desperate gamble, as it chugged deeper into the unknown, leaving the broken streets of Mississippi behind, at least for this fleeting, uncertain moment.