I laughed, cutting her off. “You watch way too many movies.”
But Riley was already turning around and heading straight for the door right next to the black one. Before I could say anything, she twisted the handle and pushed it open.
I followed her inside, equal parts nervous and curious now. The room was simple. A neatly made bed with plain white linens sat against one wall, and a large walk-in closet took up most of the opposite side. There were no decorations, no personal touches, just a few cardboard boxes stacked neatly in the corner.
Riley walked over to the nearest box and lifted the lid before I could stop her. Inside were women’s clothes, designer dresses, soft blouses, and expensive-looking jeans. Another box held shoes, heels, boots, sandals, and purses. There were also makeup
