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.