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They’re three weeks out from Kansas City, traipsing through Middle-of-Nowhere, Nebraska when Ellie wears through her last pair of socks.
“Shit,” she mutters once they’ve stopped for the night, examining her heel through an impressive-sized hole.
Joel frowns. “You got another in your pack?”
She shakes her head. He thinks for a moment before reaching for his own backpack.
“Here. Don’t want you gettin’ blisters.”
Ellie looks concerned as she catches the black pair of Hanes. “What about you?”
“Got another pair.”
He doesn’t have another pair. Her smile has absolutely nothing to do with why he’s okay with that.