A Map of Broken Streets

Previously

…She pushed herself away from the wall, wincing as she put weight on her injured leg. Caleb immediately wrapped an arm around her, his strength a welcome support. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised shades of purple and orange. The air grew cooler, but the danger felt hotter, more palpable than ever. They were exposed, vulnerable, and utterly alone. But as they limped away from the bait shop, leaving behind the wreckage of another broken promise, they held onto each other, a single, desperate unit against the gathering darkness. The broken streets of Mississippi had led them here, to this precipice, and the only way forward was through.