MELISSA'S POV

The moment I stepped back into the hotel room, I peeled off my jacket and exhaled like I’d been holding my breath for hours. Maybe I had. The pressure was eating at me, and no amount of deep breathing or warm showers could shake it.

I walked straight into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and let the hot water run. Steam filled the space quickly, fogging up the mirror. I stripped and stepped into the shower, hoping the water would do something to drown the anxiety coursing ...