Hotel Noir 4

I should have called the front desk. Instead I poured myself a glass, sat back down on that bed, and read those four words again. "I know you're there." The thing is… it didn't feel like a threat. It felt like an invitation. 🖤 I kicked my heels up against the headboard — the way you do when you're trying to look unbothered but your mind is running at a thousand miles an hour. Who had been in this room? Who knew I was here? And why did part of me… not mind at all? 😏🐱 I picked up the black card again and turned it over. There was a number. Just five digits. No area code. Nothing that made any sense. I stared at it for a long time. Then I reached for my phone. 🖤 To be continued…