Safehouse

It was my emergency backup safehouse. It was a small apartment in the inner city, paid for by a recurring trust fund.

If my back was really up against the wall, I would head there to hide and regroup.

I used it three times, each time when I had nothing left and wolves at the door.

I suppose I should be grateful that every time I got close to falling, I was able to get back up again. But at the end of the day, I used that place three times in all.

The fourth time I didn't make it.