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.

urged resignedly,

here!” Miley declared firmly, though she could see from the

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

a way

”

turned around

forest for what felt like an eternity,

matched Wyatt’s description of an

ready to retrace her steps to search for Bertha,

of the sound, her anticipation mounting with each

stream, where a

overjoyed towards the boat and inspected

but it

and headed

Bertha to her

“I’ve found a boat.

hold on a