Chapter 21: Setting Out

"This is why it's important to wear socks," Dylan said with a lighthearted chuckle as he carefully applied some soothing cream on the sores on my feet. They were blisters, he said. And apparently, it was caused by the hours of walking without socks on.

"Ow," I grumbled, pulling my foot back.

He held my ankle tighter and continued to apply the cream. I've never had blisters before, perhaps because I'm used to walking barefoot. When Dylan was done, he slowly slipped on a pair of black socks that he took from his backpack. They were quite big for me, but I was too grateful to point that out.

"We need to start moving," he said. He seemed unaware that he was massaging my calves. "Do you think you can manage?"

"I think so."

We spent one more night in the motel. Dylan told me that he was planning that we stay there for a week at least, but when he looked out the window this morning, he found a few wanted posters pasted on the lampposts. So soon enough, his pack would be combing this par