Becky’s POV
I woke up in the morning following the turmoil at the Grand Hotel feeling both tired and energized. Events of the evening had rocked me. Lydia and Arthur were still on the run while Paul and I had almost escaped the catastrophe.
I discovered on my phone as I got out of bed a text from Paul. It said: “Meet me for one hour at the café. We should chat.”
Not far from where we had been sleeping, I hurriedly got ready and headed to the café — a little, pleasant spot. There were just a few people scattered at their tables in the still café. Paul was seated at a corner table, sipping his coffee with a stiff look.
Sliding into the seat across from him, I murmured, "Morning."
Paul raised his head, his eyes weighed with worry. “Morning. I have been reviewing what happened last night
