Chapter Seven
“THERE’S A FIRE!” STEVEN cried, feeling claustrophobic, wanting to get out, wanting the other guests to hear his voice. “There’s a fire upstairs. My room, our room, it’s full of smoke.”
“I understand,” Laetitia said, calmly guiding him toward the stairs. “Let’s go have a look, now. Let’s go together.”
He tried to get past her, but he was too weak, too disoriented. He wound up reaching over her shoulder, reaching for Omar, but also resting his torso somewhat on hers. Strangely, she didn’t seem surprised by this—by any of it.
Luckily, his shouting had attracted his husband’s attention, and Omar jogged over to where Steven had draped himself over a hotel employee. “What’s going on, here?”
“Omar!” Steven cried, grasping at his husband’s lapels. “You’ve got to tell th
