That One Week I Died
Mom walked forward, dragging behind one luggage and one smaller one in hand " Hello, good morning. Reservation for three under the name Thorn..?"
The receptionist's smile grew wider as she sat up straighter, " Welcome to Shade Hotels" she typed something into her computer " Yes, your reservation is here. Here's your card for the suite you've booked". She handed over a gold card. Call me paranoid, but she has blood red painted nails, I mean that's not usually a good sign, but again, what do I know?
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