NICOLE

Who could it be?

The way my heart's beating suggests that whoever is on the other side of the door isn't someone I want to see. My mind is racing as I head toward the door.

"Hello? Who is it?"

No answer. I bite my bottom lip and halt. Could it be a mistake? This is a shitty motel, after all. Maybe someone got the door wrong. But then the person knocks again, insistently this time.

I don't like the way my skin crawls and my heart jumps in my chest.

"Who is it?" I ask aggressively. ...