Room 314 and the Graduation Tickets for Hannah Morgan
Richard still held the thick manila envelope.
He was tapping it against his thigh in a steady rhythm.
Linda turned around as I walked in.
“There you are,” Linda said.
“Visiting hours are almost over,” I said.
“We just wanted to say goodnight before we head to the hotel,” Richard said.
“We have a very early morning with the county.”
I walked to the side of my bed.