11

As they walked back into their hotel, Edgar read through the TRO paperwork. His hands shook. “We’re screwed, Heith. If we go within five-hundred feet of Milli or attempt to contact her in any way, we will be arrested and charged with felony stalking, regardless of wether she agrees to press charges or not.”

“What about Marni?” Heith demanded, trying not to touch his broken nose.

Edgar flipped several pages as the elevator descended. He looked at Heith, confused, “It doesn’t say anything about Marni.”

The hall outside their room smelled like sewage or garbage or both. Opening the door, the smell that wafted out of the room hit them both like a slap in the face and they gagged. Edgar vomited in the hall as Heith slammed the door shut, swearing colorfully. Heith was glad his nose was packed with gauze, as he left Edgar puking, and stormed back upstairs to the front desk. The girl at the front desk blinked at him with an expressionless face, then sent the bellhop