We made it to the river before sunrise. I couldn’t believe we’d found our way through another awful night.
Veils of mist rose from the meadow where the chill night air met the dawn. Seeing the sun rising behind the wall of trees masking the border made me want to weep.
“Can we go swimming now?” Little Ginnie asked hopefully.
“Hush!” I answered, quickly pushing her back behind the trees with the others. We would lay low until nightfall, exhausted enough to sleep the day away.
Tonight we would cross the river. Tonight we would make it to the border.