AUTHOR’S POV
Wade awakens to the faint knock on the door, barely registering it at first. His body is heavy and exhausted, making every movement an unbearable effort. He closes his eyes, hoping whoever it is will go away. They always do after he disregards them.
But then the knocking gets louder, persistent. "Mr. Dagson, this is Harris and Monroe. We were told you were in here, and we would like to speak with you about your recovered funds. We tried to call you a dozen times."
His heart, which had been sluggish and weak for days, suddenly lurches inside his chest. His eyes snap open and dart around the room.
Have the funds been recovered? His funds?
He forces himself to move and sit up, but the effort is agonizing. His muscles feel useless, and his limbs are foreign. But he pushes
