Chapter 290. Long Days

LILY

As each day passed, weakness crept into the depths of my body. The hopes of sleeping for more than three hours were scarce. I was not weak, I had survived prison, the hardships of being a prisoner. However, walking all day without rest for so long was something no one could endure. My bones felt weak.

I felt one of my knees creaks.

“It’s because you haven’t been fed,” Marielle said, approaching me and looking at me with pity.

I didn’t like her comment. To think that before my mother starved me, now, I was having the same feeling again. I would have given anything to eat a plate of stew, a piece of roast meat, something to fill my stomach to the brim. Fresh water, or perhaps sweetened milk, would make me so happy. Even a soup with few ingredients, with some bread. We only ate what we found on the road, bad water and rotten food.

And there was nothing there, on the roads that Chris was choosing, there was only hunger for us.

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