The worst pain was knowing you could never make up for your mistakes.
Dexter remained silent for a moment, his eyes reddening as he said, "It's not just you. I'm to blame too. As her father, I've also let her down."
Felicia was already far away by then, out of earshot. Even if she had heard, it wouldn't have moved her in the slightest.
Myra cried uncontrollably, her sobs wracking her body until she was gasping for air. After finally calming down, her fever flared up, causing her body to be burning hot.
It was a bad sign.
Dexter immediately recalled how she had drunk water from the leaves of the trees out of desperation earlier. That water could have been contaminated with bacteria or parasites.
"Let's go. We need to get out of here right now. If we can't reach the outside world soon…" He didn't finish the thought before pulling Myra along as they stumbled forward.
They followed the path Felicia had pointed out, clinging to the food and water she had left them. It would have to last. According to Felicia, Sebastian was already on his way. If they kept moving, they'd eventually meet him and be rescued.
But halfway there, Myra, burning with a fever, collapsed.
Dexter had no choice but to carry her on his back, gritting his teeth as he pressed on.
He didn't know how much time had passed. The sky darkened, and the rainforest fell into darkness. Soon, he couldn't even see the path ahead.
Before he lost all sense of direction, Dexter's strength gave out first, and he fell to the ground.
As he collapsed, he shielded Myra's head. His fading consciousness caught sight of light beams from flashlights cutting through the darkness. At the front, Sebastian was sprinting toward them.
They were saved.
Dexter managed a smile before passing out.
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