I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

doors sealed shut with a soft, expensive hiss. The automated track clicked into place, locking the cold, salty air out of the building.

The grand lobby of The Monarch Point Resort fell into a sudden, echoing vacuum of silence.

Justin was gone. The aggressive, humiliating energy he had pumped into the room vanished with him, leaving behind only the rhythmic continue reading …