Chapter 35 Drake

• DRAKE
• The black lines blur together, making the words hard to distinguish, while the numbers blend into a jumbled mess. My back aches from the position I’ve held for the last two hours, hunch over my desk. I’ve been switching between a computer screen, and paperwork with tiny print, unable to make sense of the information on either. How can I remain focused when Avery consumes my every waking thought?
• “Dude.” Jude groans, sitting up from the couch, removing his feet from the coffee table. “We’ve been here for hours, can we please call it a day? Or are you hiding until Avery goes to bed?”