Abigail stood shocked as she watched a staggering Lorenzo move from his desk to a wall book shelf on the opposite side of the office. She was still trying to understand what he meant by going for a walk in the forest.
She did not fancy such an expedition, to make matters worse, the man looked like he could barely stand on his own two feet.
“We need to get out of here,” he announced.
She shook her head as though to clear out the cobwebs. “What do you mean, we need to get out of here?” She looked around the office as though she expected the answer to materialize from the items in the room.
An exasperated Lorenzo shuffled his way to a small bathroom and returned with a pair of sweatpants and threw them at her. His eyes went to her feet and took note of her sneakers and gave an approvi
