When Love Comes Late by PASSION

“I’ll get you out of here.

” Miley untied Bertha and offered her assistance to stand.

With no strength remaining, Bertha leaned heavily against Miley, relying on her for support as they made their way out.

Exiting the cabin, they were greeted by the encroaching darkness of nightfall.

Miley reached for her pocket instinctively, only to find it empty.

She recalled her phone being confiscated on their journey here.

Prioritizing Bertha’s safety over summoning help, Miley guided her cautiously, wary of the possibility of Wyatt’s return.

Amidst the dense foliage, eerie birdcalls echoed intermittently, while the air carried the pungent scent of decaying leaves and branches.

Beneath the trees, moss blanketed the ground, and wild grasses flourished.

Insect chirps emanated from the undergrowth.

Despite their efforts, Bertha’s strength waned quickly, and she collapsed to the ground.

“Go.

me,” Bertha urged resignedly, surrendering to her

could see from the exhaustion evident on Bertha’s face that she was in no

Bertha to rest beneath a nearby tree, Miley assured her, “You

a way

”

turned around

for what felt like an

matched Wyatt’s description of

ready to retrace her steps to search for Bertha,

hurried towards the source of the sound, her

long, she reached the stream, where a boat was moored at the water’s

towards the boat and inspected

slightly damaged, but it

turned around and

Bertha

“I’ve found a boat.

hold on a little