The Last Heiress
That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.
The next three days were a blur of walking, brief rests, and careful rationing of the supplies we carried. People started to break—not physically, though there was enough of that, but mentally.
I watched as the shock that had carried us through the first night gradually gave way to grief, to the full weight of loss settling onto people's shoulders like stones they'd been carrying for weeks instead of hours.