Carly
The hotel we found wasn’t the kind of place Brad would ever choose if had the option to book in advance. It was two steps up from a motel; I would have rated it three stars. Still, it was out of the way and private, and we wanted a room so that we could do what we needed to do without running the risk of being caught again.
Brad sent me inside to book a room and pay with cash. He waited outside until I came to him with the key card and a receipt. He pulled a hoodie over his head, and we walked back inside together so that he wouldn’t be recognized. I kept looking around, sure I would hear footsteps approaching or a camera flashing.
We were sneaking around, and I should have been upset about that. We had snuck around our whole lives, and at our age, it was getting tedious. But this
