C32 Chapter Thirty Two

Forgetting

I SAT BEHIND Ash, straddling him on his Harley as he called 911. When he hung up he drove me somewhere and said some words but I couldn't think. Nothing penetrated the fog around my mind. All I could do was hold onto him and try to breathe.

The motorcycle stopped, and he helped me off and led me into a hotel room with one queen bed, a television, dresser and bathroom. Nothing fancy