Chapter ThreeTHE MOMENT I HIT a road, I sighed and stopped for a bit. I only had some canned meat and a little bit of bread left, and I devoured it all. It was pitch black—so cold my breath froze the moment it left my body. I still sat there on my backpack for as long as I could. God, I wanted to sleep. I wanted to shower, shove everything within reach down my throat, have a nice, hot, lemony cup of tea, then stretch in a clean bed and sleep. I’d settle for shelter from the wind and time to recover without the fear or my would-be assassins at the back of my mind.
I didn’t want to keep going, but I knew I had no other choice. I struggled to get up, and slung the backpack over my shoulder. After a minute, I made sure it was snuggly settled on both my shoulders, because it kept my back warme
