When Jeremy opened the door of the room, we saw a small room with a bed big enough for two people to sleep, a coffee table with two chairs, and a small television. Before coming up here, he had already ordered sandwiches and salad, and he was surprised when I asked for beers. If only they had something stronger, like a martini or vodka, I would have been happy to get it because I needed it to fall asleep.
“The owner said they have laundry service here,” he said, noticing that I had nothing but the clothes I was wearing and the cellphone that I had just thrown away.
I nodded, walking slowly inside the room and taking the towel and the bathroom robe hanging in the small closet. I took off my dirty clothes, and when I folded them neatly, I realized I still had their picture and letter writ
