I felt safe. It was supposed to be a perfect morning.
The hotel breakfast buffet smelled like heaven… coffee, warm pastries, fresh fruit, and the sun filtered through the glass windows like something out of a travel brochure.
Everyone was buzzing about the museum tour later, phones already snapping selfies with croissants.
Except me. Because I was barefoot in the hallway, holding my room key like a joke.
Someone had stolen my shoes… again!
Not just misplaced. Not left at the door or kicked under the bed. Gone.
“Are you kidding me right now?” I muttered, heart sinking as I double-checked under the hallway bench for the third time.
Kira was already downstairs for breakfast. I was the last to leave the room because I wanted a quiet moment… just me, my travel journal, and a couple deep
