Zara Pov I moved on autopilot. I just needed a place to sit, to rest my head and to let myself feel. My feet led me to a hotel. The hotel lobby was quiet at that hour, the soft lighting and low music a stark contrast of what I just walked out of. I made my way to the front desk, my box of belongings heavy against my hip, my dress still creased from a party that marked an end rather than the new beginning I had hoped for. "One room, please," I said. "Just for tonight."The clerk smiled the practiced smile of someone used to late check-ins, tapping details into her screen without really looking at me. I focused on breathing, on standing upright, on not thinking about the sound of that door locking behind me."That'll be on this card?" she asked, and I nodded, sliding it across the counter.She swiped it. Paused. Swiped it again."I'm sorry, it's not going through," she said, still smiling politely. "Do you have another card, maybe?"I dug through my bag, my hands steadier than I e
Última actualización : 2026-10-06 Leer más