The Breaking PointJayden’s POVBy sunset, the fog had thinned, but the tension hadn’t. Every sound outside the cabin—every crunch of leaves, every rustle of branches—felt like a threat waiting to surface. Mila hadn’t spoken much since we found the tracker. She sat on the couch, arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the fading firelight like it held the answers we both needed.I checked my phone again. No signal. Not even a bar.“Nothing?” she asked, her voice small.“Nothing,” I said, setting the phone down. “We’ll move soon. It’s better under the cover of dark.”Mila nodded but didn’t look at me.The silence stretched. I wanted to tell her we’d be fine, that we’d find Daya and end this, but the words caught in my throat. I wasn’t sure I believed them myself.I walked over and crouched beside her. “You should eat something.”She gave a weak smile. “I’m not hungry.”“You haven’t eaten since last night.”“I can’t,” she whispered. “Every time I close my eyes, I see my father’s men
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