Chapter 48

Shivering, he waited for the pain to subside enough so he could move again. He knew there were two poles holding up the roof. Inching over until he was above one of them, he dropped the bedspread to the patio floor.

This is going to hurt like hell. Please, please, don’t let me pass out. Use my anger to make me strong. He looked up at the dark sky prayerfully. Then flat on his stomach, parallel to the edge of the roof, he reached down, gripped the pole, and rolled off.