Julia

One more step toward his suite and I changed my mind, quickly redirecting my destination. I’d enter Van’s suite if and when he invited me. Van had opened his home to me. I wasn’t going to snoop where I wasn’t invited.

For some reason, as I passed the other door in the hallway to my suite, I twisted the handle. It didn’t move. The door was locked. A locked door was not an invitation. When I stepped through the threshold to ...