Nina stood in the hallway, hesitant. Should she leave directly or go to the front desk to find out what had happened? Two minutes later, she picked up her belongings from the floor, packed them up, and walked towards the motel reception.
The only motivation driving her to make this choice was the fifty-dollar room deposit she had paid when she first arrived. It was all she had left.
"Oh! You're finally back!" The motel owner was a bald, middle-aged white man who must have weighed at least three hundred pounds. After Nina pushed open the door to the reception room, he raised his hands in exaggerated surprise, his entire body shaking.
"What happened?" Nina glanced around warily and relaxed instantly when she confirmed that Fred wasn't there.
"You're asking me? I should be the one asking
