With Kevin’s arms once again wrapped around her, she leaned against the closest tree for support and took the weight off her leg. She could have kept going, but she was damn glad she didn’t have to. And that just made her a softie. Her father would roar at her to buck up and take it. Like he had. But she didn’t even know if he was still alive. Right now she wanted to be back home safe and sound and preferably in her own bed where her leg could heal and she could forget this nightmare. She was so far from being in that position tears of exhaustion came to her eyes. It had to be the injury making her so weak. She wasn’t normally like this. “How bad is it, Ari?” She managed to smile down at him. “Hurts like the dickens,” she said with a smile. “Going to make walking difficult, but as far as being badly injured, don’t worry. I’m not.” He appeared to be satisfied with that, then again he desperately wanted her to be fine so something in his world was okay. She could only hope they found their parents and they were still alive.
