Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell
I checked the shower stall and behind the door to be sure nothing was left behind.
I came back into the main room.
I zipped the suitcase shut and stood it on the floor by the door.
I picked the plastic room key up off the nightstand.
I went over to the wooden dresser and laid the key on the bare top beside the television.
I looked over the empty room one final time.
The thin curtains were pulled back, letting in the gray morning light.
I took my bag and walked out.