He simply held one arm out toward the sliding glass exit doors.

A hotel security guard in a gray uniform stepped forward from the concierge desk, resting his hand on his radio.

Vanessa turned sharply and marched through the automatic doors.

Kendra and Megan followed her out into the bright morning sunlight.

The glass doors slid shut behind them, cutting off the noise of the driveway.

I rubbed the ridge of my left collarbone.

“They’re actually gone,” I said.