Chapter 18 — What They Would Find

I watched them cross the lobby and take the elevator toward the fourth floor, toward room 412, where they expected to find me bruised and weeping and easy to steer.

They would find a made bed, stark white and empty, and a single sealed envelope centered on the pillow with Ian’s name on it.

Inside was one line, printed on heavy cardstock. You should check your desk.

Hurry home. My phone buzzed again — Faye.

Her voice had gone tight.