What are you doing?”
“Finding you somewhere you can choose yourself.”
“You don’t need to.”
“No. I don’t.”
He looked up.
“But I can stand here while you do it.”
That nearly broke me.
Not the offer of a hotel.
Not the security team.
That sentence.
I can stand here while you do it.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone had made help sound like company instead of control.
Daniel quietly excused himself.
Ten minutes later, I had booked a small airport hotel using a credit card I had hidden from Ethan months earlier.
There was only $412 of available credit left.
Tonight would cost $118.
But the room would be mine.
My choice.
Adrian looked at the confirmation on my screen.
“You want a ride?”
I nodded.
“Yes.”
The hotel smelled faintly of coffee and industrial carpet cleaner.
It was beautiful to me.
There was a bed.
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