After long hours of driving, I finally stop by the two-storey building. The board flickers with neon lights, it reads Musing Motel.

The one Sofia told me about.

I kill the engine, letting the quiet wrap around me for a moment as my fingers tighten instinctively around the steering wheel. Only if I had come here two nights ago.

I push open the car door and step out under the dry heat of the afternoon that presses thickly against my back. I walk up to the front porch and pull the glass door ...