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

between us.

His gaze landed on me.

I did not move. I stood with my hands resting loosely at my sides, my canvas duffel bag by my feet, the blank white room keycard still sitting exactly where Justin had thrown suddenly onto the marble floor. I looked back at the General Manager. I kept my face entirely blank, stripping away any trace of emotion, any continue reading …