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He didn't wait for a reply. He simply leaned into the wind and kept walking, the weight on his back feeling lighter than the love in his chest.

Elias paused, shifting Leo’s legs higher around his waist. He wiped the rain from his eyes and looked at the old man, a small, tired smile touching his face. 8. He Ain't Heavy

An old man, sheltering under a lean-to made of cedar boughs, watched them struggle past. He saw Elias’s knees buckling, his breath coming in ragged, white plumes in the cold air. He didn't wait for a reply

Thirteen-year-old Elias felt his boots sinking deeper with every step. On his back, his younger brother, Leo, was a dead weight of fever and exhaustion. They were miles from the clinic, and the storm was beginning to turn the trail into a river. He wiped the rain from his eyes and

"He’s not a burden, sir," Elias said. "He’s my brother."