(Alina)
I sat on the bed for a while after Damian left. I didn’t know how to feel. Part of me was still angry, but the other part wanted to move forward. I didn’t want to stay in that room any longer. It felt heavy.
I stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. I didn’t see anyone in the hallway, but I knew where Damian would be. I made my way to the surveillance room. I didn’t knock. I just walked in.
He was sitting in front of the screens, leaning forward, watching something. When he saw me, he didn’t say anything at first.
I spoke. "I'm ready."
He turned the chair slightly. "To talk?"
"No. To see what Jason and Chelsea are doing."
He nodded and turned back to the screens. He clicked a few things, then pointed to one of the monitors. "That's the hotel room."
I looked. Jason was
