Spending yet another morning and afternoon isolated in this lavish hotel room, Kayla would make use of the shower and the mini fridge before finally finding solace in one of the only books seemingly within miles. Falling asleep to the words of Ruth Ware, she would be awoken with the sound of her phone buzzing at her side. Ignoring it as she was enjoying this slumber, she would be forced to return to reality by the series of calls that came in quick succession. With the hour somewhere between dinner and dusk, Kayla would finally bring the phone to her ear before hearing Dusty frantic on the opposite end of the phone.
“Kayla-Kayla!”
“What’s wrong?!” She pulled herself into a quick ninety degree positioning before hearing him repressing emotion on his end of the phone.
“Can you hear me?”
