DUNCAN
As the convoy arrives to take us to Gutenberg's hotel, I try to catch up with June for a shared ride and conversation, but she skips ahead, following Grace.
Upon arrival, the hotel staff warmly welcomes us. A young woman named Faith, approaches me, guiding us to the family suite on the twentieth floor, complete with four bedrooms—enough for both June and me, even though I have no intention of separating rooms.
"I can't go up there."
There you go.
June faces me with a look on her face that tells me she's not settling for any bargain.
I shove my hands in my pocket, just like that, pondering on finding alternatives.
"You know I won't go up in that thing," she pleads, and I have no intention of forcing her. The woman escorting us glances my way. I signal for her to leave, and
