The suite at the Four Seasons was quiet in a way I had forgotten rooms could be.

The lock worked without lifting the handle.

There was food I did not need to order from a vending machine.

My belongings arrived with an inventory the shelter worker and Elena had checked with me.

I placed the onesies in a drawer.

Then I checked the room key, put it beside my own phone, and sat down.

For once, I did not have to keep my shoes on in case I needed to leave.

Gavin sat opposite me by the window.