#Chapter 139 – Distractions

Jane

Ethan walks into our hotel room, frowning deeply. If he notices that I’m brushing my teeth for the second time in as many hours, he gives no indication. I’ve been sick again, even though I initially felt better after we stopped. We booked two rooms after we arrived, and we’ve been taking turns using the hotel’s landline to try and call the theater troupe. I’m beginning to worry that they’ve also stopped somewhere in this area, and therefore don’t have any cell service themselves – because so far we haven’t had any luck.

I can tell by Ethan’s face that nothing has changed. He must have come upstairs because Linda took over calling the theater. “No luck?” I guess. I’m beginning to think I must have done something truly horrible in a past life, for us to be punished this way. While I fret about karma and lament our dreadful near misses, I can tell Ethan is trying to keep up a strong front. Even now he looks up at me and wipes the somber expression from his face, trying to look hopef