Elvis
Hazel told me everything that has happened over the past few hours. I sat on that hotel bed and listened to all of it. I cursed myself for allowing her to go through that emotional stress.
I didn't say much. There wasn't much to say that would have been worth saying. I had sent her out with Harry without asking her what she wanted, and she ended up stranded in the hotel lobby as a result.
She eventually fell quiet, the bottled-up anger gradually leaving her body. We lay there with my arm loose around her waist.
"I'm starving." She turned to face me, lips pushed out in a pout that was completely funny.
"The menu is on the wall. Let's find the kitchen number."
She sat up immediately, nodded excitedly, and clapped her hands once. I pulled out my phone, found the QR code, and han
