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Chapter Fifty-Seven
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Another Chance Chapter Seventy-Two
The Danger aheadMark’s POVWe didn’t talk as we moved. The forest seemed to swallow every sound ,our footsteps, our breaths, even the tension that hung between us. It was like the world itself was holding its breath, waiting to see which one of us would break first.Rissa walked ahead, Josh leaning against her, his weight a burden she carried and I felt her pain. I stayed behind, close enough to watch, far enough to keep from saying what I wanted to.It wasn’t the danger that scared me ,it was the quiet. Quiet had a way of showing you the truth, and I was tired of seeing it so clearly.Rissa was slipping again. Not in strength, but in resolve. Every time she glanced back at Josh, I saw it , that softness, that lingering guilt she wouldn’t let die. The same guilt he knew how to twist.“Let’s stop,” I said finally.She hesitated. “We can’t. Not yet.”“Rissa.” My voice came out sharper than I meant. She turned, and I saw the exhaustion etched into her face ,dark circles beneath her eyes
Another Chance Chapter Seventy-One
The Weight Beneath Her EyesMark’s POVThe morning broke in slow, muted colors. Pale light filtered through the trees, painting everything in tired shades of gold and gray. I hadn’t slept much. None of us had. The fire had died sometime before dawn, leaving only a faint curl of smoke and the lingering warmth of bodies too close and too far all at once.Rissa was awake before me, sitting a few feet from the ashes, her knees drawn close to her chest. She stared into nothing not the trees, not the horizon ,just… somewhere else. Somewhere I couldn’t reach. Josh lay propped against a pack, his breathing shallow, eyes half-lidded. He looked worse than last night, skin damp with fever, but there was a softness in Rissa’s face when she looked at him that twisted something in me.Compassion. The one thing that made her who she was and the one thing that could destroy her.I adjusted the strap of my rifle, mostly to keep my hands busy. “We need to move soon,” I said quietly. “They’ll track our
Another Chance Chapter Seventy
Breathing underRissa’s POVI woke to the sound of birds. Real birds, soft, uncertain calls threading through the early light. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. It had been so long since anything sounded that alive.The fire had burned down to ash, the faint smoke curling into the pale dawn. The air was cold but gentle, carrying that smell of wet leaves and distant rain. For the first time in days, the world didn’t feel like it was trying to kill us.Mark was still awake, sitting on the same log from last night, rifle resting across his knees. His hair was damp with dew, and the light caught the rough edge of his jaw. He looked like he hadn’t blinked in hours.Josh was still asleep beside me, breathing steady, one hand half-curled near mine. The fever had eased. His face looked softer in the morning—less ghost, more man.I sat up slowly, my joints stiff. “You didn’t sleep,” I murmured.Mark’s eyes flicked toward me. “Didn’t need to.”“You say that every night.”He shrugged. “So
Another Chance Chapter Sixty-Nine
Campfire Rissa’s POVThe fire wasn’t much just a handful of damp sticks hissing and spitting between us but it was enough to chase the dark back a few feet. Beyond that thin circle of light, the forest stretched like a wall, whispering and waiting.Mark sat across from me, head down, cleaning his rifle for the third time. The rhythm of it. cloth, click, pause filled the space where words should’ve been. Josh was beside me, wrapped in the torn blanket we’d used as a sling, his face pale in the flickering light. His fever had broken, but exhaustion clung to him like smoke.No one spoke for a long time. Only the fire crackled, and the wind carried the river’s low murmur somewhere behind us.I stared at the flames, trying not to think about how the smoke smelled like the ruins we’d left behind.Josh’s voice came first, soft but steady. “You should’ve let me stay back there.”Mark’s eyes lifted, sharp. “We’re not doing this again.”Josh gave a faint, humorless smile. “You think saying th
Another Chance Chapter Sixty-Eight
Survival Mindset Rissa’s POVThe morning came quiet and thin, the kind of light that didn’t warm anything it just revealed the damage.Ash clung to the ground like frost. The trees leaned in silence, blackened at their roots, their branches heavy with the ghosts of the night before.Josh was still asleep when I went back inside. His fever had eased, but he looked smaller somehow less like the man I remembered and more like the wreckage of one. His shirt was stuck to his shoulder with dried blood, the edges of the wound angry and raw.Mark was packing, moving with the same calm efficiency he always did when he was trying not to think too hard.“Storm’s shifting east,” he said, not looking at me. “We should move before the wind carries the smoke this way.”I nodded, kneeling beside Josh. His pulse fluttered weakly under my fingers there, but fragile.Mark zipped his bag, the sound sharp in the silence. “He can’t walk like that.”“He’ll have to.”He turned. “You’re serious?”“I’m not l
Another Chance Chapter Sixty-Seven
Dead weightRissa’s POVWhen the arrows stopped, the world didn’t quiet. It just… changed.The forest still whispered, but it wasn’t the same sound. It was heavier, like it knew something had broken.We found shelter in the hollow of a burned-out tree barely enough space for the three of us, but it was the only thing that kept the night off our backs. Josh’s breathing was shallow. Every time he exhaled, I heard a small catch in his throat that scared me more than the arrows ever did.Mark was pacing again, restless energy radiating off him. The faint light from his flashlight caught the edge of his jaw, the worry tightening there. He wasn’t saying anything, but I could feel the accusation simmering.“Say it,” I murmured finally.He paused mid-step. “Say what?”“That you think I should’ve left him.”Mark looked down, exhaled through his nose. “I think you’re letting your feelings get you killed.”“That’s not what I asked.”He turned toward me, the beam of his flashlight cutting across
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