immediately turned toward her.
— Emily, wait.
Emily.
Now I had a name.
I hated how gently he said it.
Like her feelings mattered.
I followed them toward the hotel.
Neither of them stopped me.
Inside the elevator, nobody spoke.
Daniel stared at the floor.
Emily folded her arms.
My hands were shaking so badly that I had to hide them inside my jacket pockets.
When the elevator doors opened, Emily walked toward a room at the end of the hallway.
Daniel followed.
So did I.
She unlocked the door.
The moment I stepped inside, everything became clear.
There were two suitcases beside the bed.
Daniel’s black suitcase.
And a large cream-colored suitcase beside it.
Women’s clothes were hanging inside the wardrobe.
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Two toothbrushes stood in the bathroom.
Two coffee cups sat on the table.
This wasn’t a chance meeting.
This wasn’t some misunderstanding.
They had come here
