Chapter Eleven
Poor
Hospitality
The next
morning, Rosalie woke heavy with guilt and dread. It took more strength than
usual to pry herself off her mattress and into the shower. She dressed, taking
little joy in her coffee, trying not to think of the empty day before her. When
she went outside, she saw Alex’s truck in the same spot it had been the night
before, a painful reminder of everything that had gone wrong. She wished she
could take it all back, everything from the carpet warehouse to the disaster in
Alex’s bed. But it was real.
As she made
desperate phone calls to real estate agents, she saw Alex walk through the
parking lot a few times as she went from room to room, making repairs. She saw
Alex speaking politely to a few guests but could see something heavy resting on
