An Exit Without Goodbye
He dodged Wendy's offer, telling her to eat without him, and grabbed a lemon soda, heading for Ann's room.
He had his excuse ready and blurted it out as soon as he opened the door.
"Ann, you've got some nerve, making Wendy bring me lemon soda!"
However, the room was empty, the silence answering him.
"Don't bother looking. Didn't you put her on a plane yourself?" Brielle's voice was slow and calm as she approached her son from behind.
Chester froze, the memory hitting him. He indeed did that yesterday.
Yet the room was spotless, devoid of life, as if Ann would never come back.