Clara trudged through the scorching desert sand, the map spread out before her. She squinted at the faded markings, trying to decipher the path ahead. The blistering sun beat down on her, relentless in its intensity. She wiped the sweat from her brow, her eyes scanning the endless dunes.
As she walked, Clara's thoughts drifted to her children, Ethan and Emery. She wondered what they were doing at that moment, whether they were thinking of her. She pictured their bright smiles and curious eyes, and her heart ached with longing.
But she pushed on, her feet carrying her forward with a determination that bordered on stubbornness. She thought of Fidel, too, her partner who had stayed behind to care for their children. She knew he would be worried about her, but she also knew he trusted her to follow her heart.