By the time I get out of bed and ready for the day, room service is knocking at the door with a spread for way more than two people. A few maids set up the platters of food on the counter and disappear without another word. Probably a request from the manager as an apology for the room mix-up. Not that I’m complaining. I could use some food to get through the day.

I don’t bother putting on a shirt as I walk out onto the deck in search of Allie. The sun is bright as I look towards ...