Keeping Secrets: Chapter Forty-Six
You awaken, confused, to the sound of movement; something that’s becoming somewhat habitual for you. When exactly you’d passed out, you’re uncertain. You’ve drooled slightly onto the paper you were working on. You sit up slowly, body aching miserably. It seems your acrobatics from yesterday—including being punched in the jaw and hanging from one arm off of a three story windowsill—have finally caught up to you. Particularly when combined with sleeping hunched over on a…