I stood during the last verse and then walked out of the lounge. He never stopped watching but he didn't follow. My heart wouldn't quit its frantic gallop as I made my way back to my rooms.

By the time I reached my door, my giddiness had turned into pain. Pain from the inside, needing to get out. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the butcher block filled with knives. My hands gripped the counter and I closed my eyes. I needed to scream but not here. It would bring hotel ...