RENEE

“A package for a lady named Miss Renee….”

The second I heard my name, my brows lifted, and I instantly whipped my face towards the room’s doorway, where Nicole was already standing.

We’d been busy packing our things, ready to leave for the train station this morning when a knock sounded on our motel room’s wooden door.

At first, we both had hesitated, thinking the sound wasn’t coming from our end, but after two more taps, Nicole had given up and standing from the bed ...