Oumar whimpered in her aching arms. Lyra hoisted him higher; her hands locked beneath his bottom. His fingernails cut into her shoulders. “Shh. Shh. My sweet boy, I have you.” She paused, her gaze sweeping the foliage.
Her knees threatened to give out. Lyra pressed her back against a tree.
Her ragged breathing drowned out the noise of the jungle.
Sunlight filtered through the canopy. Alarm flared in her mind.
— Aug 08, 2025 04:52PM
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