The journey was tense, the air heavy with unspoken words and suppressed emotions.
The group traveled quickly, stopping only for what was necessary— like checking when the wheel of the wagon got caught on a root, before continuing on their way, but each of them was aware of the danger that now followed them.
Not long after they stopped after the wheel got caught in a root fiasco, the wagon came to a sudden halt, jolting them all out of their thoughts, and it was well past midnight now, the air cool and quiet around them, causing unease to rise.
*Coco crawled across the floor of the wagon, shoving aside the curtains covering the exit before stepping out into the cool, moonlit night.
She looked around, her eyes falling on the carriage that held her mother which had clearly also come to a stop during the journey.
