Chapter 8
Ryan roamed the hotel hallways like a ghost, hovering up to the carpeted stairwells for a peek outside. The storm was still raging, with ice building up on the outer windows and railings.
He wore nothing except for his green plaid boxer shorts and his black and gold Chippewa swimming T-shirt. He had no key to return to his room, and besides, he never wanted to see Blake again.
Instead, he wandered past the vending machines and around the empty laundry room, where he heard odd sounds being whispered against the wall.
“Hur är din mamma? Det är redan snöat här—så kallt som sverige.”
It was Erik! He was sitting on the floor in sweats and a T-shirt, back against the wall, holding his phone in front of him, and chatting into his headphones. He was apparently talking with somebody
