Ezra
In the early hours of the morning I woke up, and was able to take a warm shower before I started packing my dark blue camp hiking bag. I rolled my sleeping bag and stuffed it into its little bag.
I checked behind the stove for the small brown envelope then sat down on the couch as I took the money I had been saving during my travels. The money could probably last me for another two months if I got another job in the town I would stop by, but that was only if I was lucky.
With pursed lips I separated the money and hid a fraction in the hiking boots I was wearing, then another fraction in the inner hidden pocket in my jacket before I stuffed the rest in the bag.
Just as I did a final check-up around the cottage to make sure I did not forget anything a knock resonated from the door. Panic spread through my body as I thought it was Frankie, but it did not make sense on how did he get past the fence.
