Tanya stood quietly outside Room 20, one hand holding the small duffel bag she'd packed earlier that morning, the other hovering near the door as she waited.

The night before, she’d barely slept. After leaving the hotel with Colby, her mind had been a whirlwind of worry. Worry for Anna. Worry about what she might wake up to. Worry about how much worse things could’ve been if Henry hadn’t been there.

Earlier, when Henry’s bodyguard informed him that he had picked up a dress just as ...