After settling into our room and much griping from Demetri, Jimmy asks me to come talk to him alone. As I'm putting my bags on the bed, my stomach turns wondering what he wants to talk about. When Demetri walks in from the bathroom, his frustrated frown falls "What's wrong? You look pale"
I shake my head "I'm just nervous about talking to Uncle Jim. He's going to want to know why I left. He's going to pry. You know how I feel about prying" Taking a deep breath, I push my nerves down before I vomit. Demetri takes over unpacking and I head down to the lobby. When I get down there, I see that the front desk is empty "Jim" I mumble.
"Back here" He yell from the back office. Slowly pacing behind the counter, I step into the office to see Jim sitting at a desk with a photo album open. From the
