What haunted Miranda at every step was a one-word question: Why? Her worn hiking boots crunched on the frozen leaves and snapped twigs. Right foot: Why? Left foot: Why? Right foot: Why am I here? Left foot: Why am I still here? Right foot: Why am I so stupid? Left foot: Why did I agree? Right foot: Why don't I just stop? Left foot: Why am I still walking?
Miranda hoisted her pack higher and tightened the straps again, all the while taking one step after the other.
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