My 6-year-old nephew dragged his broken leg across seven blocks with his starving little sister clinging to his shirt
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Chapter 8 / 18
Chapter 8: The Place They Ran To
On a warm evening, Drew sat beside Peter on the porch.
“Do you think we ran far?” he asked.
Peter glanced at him.
“Seven blocks?”
Drew shook his head.
“No… I mean from before.”
Peter thought for a moment.
Then he said softly, “Yeah. I think you ran as far as you needed to.”
Drew leaned against him.
“I knew you’d help us.”
Peter blinked.
“You did?”
Drew nodded.
“Even when I wasn’t sure… I still came here.”
Peter wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close.
And in that quiet moment, with Lily’s laughter drifting through the open door, he understood something that would stay with him forever:
They hadn’t just escaped.
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They had chosen him.
And he would spend the rest of his life making sure they never had to run again.
