[Serena]
I smiled, looking at the door in front of me. It glared white against the deep green of the bushes surrounding it. The golden numbers on the front brought back happy memories.
When we moved to the city, Indie booked one of the nicest suites in town for a whole weekend. It was the anniversary of our marking. We spent the weekend ordering room service, cuddling, talking, and making love. It became a yearly outing until Indie died.
I turned the knob and entered. Indie was standing in the middle of the room, her hands folded under her chin i
