My passport was still sitting at the hotel, waiting for me to pick it up.

Betty glanced at me briefly, her eyes flickering to Ashton before she went back to scrolling through her phone. Ashton, on the other hand, didn’t even acknowledge me. It was like I hadn’t spoken at all.

I didn’t bother repeating myself—he’d definitely heard me.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, we arrived at the hotel. Just as I reached for the door handle, ...