Trent’s name lit up the screen.

I let it ring.

He didn’t leave a voicemail.

I zipped the suitcase closed with one sharp tug.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed and looked over the room service menu.

Three nights in the hotel had cost me four hundred twelve dollars, and I’d eaten the same chicken sandwich twice.

I picked up the phone and rang the front desk.

“I’ll be checking out in the morning.”