CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
The last thing I ever anticipated was being woken up barely two and a half hours later by Andrew roughly shaking my shoulder.
“There better be a good reason for that Andrew,” I groaned. My brain was just as tired as my body and I really needed that sleep.
“You want to take a morning jog?” He questioned.
“What?” I questioned, wondering if I heard him right or it was a five forty-five a.m. morning joke.
“A morning jog or just a walk perhaps. I need it,” there was something about the way he said that grabbed my attention. It sounded weirdly so urgent and there was also the fact that he looked like he had not had a wink of sleep at all.
“Fine,” This was certainly not how I wanted to start off my morning.
Making my way to the bathroom, I slapped col
