They looked up. The sun was low. North was a haze of violet and grey.
The X marked a dry well twelve miles south. Sybil packed water. Ariana strapped on her father’s old rifle. Neither said if we find him. They said when. sybil a ariana van x
“Took you long enough,” he rasped.
They ran.
And Van—he had counted on that.
Ariana laughed—a sharp, wild sound. “You left your watch.” They looked up
Sybil traced the faded red ink with her fingertip. “He’s been gone three days,” she said. ” she said.