Ralph was the first to head upstairs, the sound of harsh bangs against the floor and walls and muffled voices protruding from my room. Cindy assured me that Dylan wasn’t here, checking her phone for his location and showing me his pin at the location of the hotel. That revelation had me holding my breath as I watched both Ralph and Caleb creep up the stairs quietly, tip-toeing toward my closed door. Cindy bit her bottom lip in apprehension of who could be in there and I held her hand, watching them from the bottom of the staircase.
Although Ralph’s built like a two-ton truck, Cindy looked terrified he might be up against someone just as strong, looking around for something to throw up at him to use for self-defense. But it was too late. They’d already reached my door with Ralph’s large ha
