Chapter 2Frode was unable to sleep. His body was buzzing, his mind racing, and his hands aching with the need to open the book again. He must have imagined the whole thing. He’d been through a rough period, and today had been the drop to make the cup run over. He’d been frightened and alone, not on the run from his ex perhaps, but scared to talk to him again, and then an attorney had called and given him keys to a cabin.
A cabin. In the woods. Frode had lived in the city his entire life.
And the book…His mind had left his body and had been bouncing around the ceiling. How else would he have been able to perceive himself from above?
To prove he wasn’t insane, he flung off the cover, put his feet on the cold floor, and walked out of his bedroom with determined steps. The shiver going thro
