It was only a room at the time. There was nothing about it that Pete found out of place.
It was only a room in a motel in a city he never planned on coming back to. A fleeting memory, if one at all. But Peter Greenwell had the unfortunate honor of being the first.
When the phone rang, Peter was in the shower. He stood beneath the hot water, hoping it would calm his quick heartbeat. Het had been waiting for this call.
I drop my gaze back to the book but can no longer concentrate. I crane my neck, searching for her. She was here a minute ago, and now she’s gone.
My pulse quickens. Why isn’t she here? She’s supposed to be here. That’s her only job.
That’s when it hits me.
For the first time in my whole life, I’m out in the world alone.