Chapter 13: Swings and Chuckles“John?”
John woke to Zachary’s voice on the other side of his bedroom door. He tried to ignore his body tensing at the thought of someone being in his home. Zachary wasn’t just anyone, though. The door was locked several times over, and even if Zachary had brought the axe with him, he still wouldn’t be able to hack his way through it, which, of course, was the main reason why John had agreed to leaving the front door unlocked.
“John, come on. Let me know if you’re okay in there…Okay?”
“I’m fine.” With a sigh, he turned over on the bed. He needed to get out there—he should probably thank Zach for making sure he got home all right.
It wasn’t long before he heard the rhythmic pounding of logs being cleaved out in the garden. God, he was pathetic.
He dragged
