Fallen Ambitions
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Chapter Seven
Lenny Nuwolt
It was hard to come to an awareness of my surroundings, but Desirée’s voice and encouraging hands had me doing my best to come to attention. With her help I eased out of the truck and down a pebble strewn path.
I was leaning too heavily on her, but she didn’t complain. Good thing as it was hard to fathom how I was even managing to stay upright at all.
I felt dead on my feet. The lighting got darker and dimly I realized that I was within a house.
“Where I am?” I slurred out.
Out of breath sounding Desirée said, “I rented a fishing cabin for a month. We’re well past the hundred and fifty mile search radius. No suspicions have been raised. You can rest, okay.”
I nodded, inwardly impressed with her. I saw a bed and I fell upon it. That’s the last thing I remembered other than the feel of Desirée’s hand wiping across my forehead and urging me to drink down a bottle of water.