One Four-Hundred-Dollar Hotel Charge Sent Me Home Three Weeks Ahead of Schedule
I laid the form beside the cold coffee.
I picked up my pen and tapped its plastic cap on the metal desk.
Another text from Kendra made my phone buzz.
“Turning my lamp off now.
Love you.”
I took a second screenshot and emailed it to the laptop.
At three fifteen in the morning, the motion alert on the camera portal flashed yellow.
I dropped my pen and enlarged the video window.