Chapter Eight
LAUGHTER EMANATED FROM the dining room.
How could everybody else be so happy when Steven was going through hell? Why was he the only one in this entire building to perceive something horrible, something dangerous?
Maybe he actually was going crazy. If the whole world saw this place one way and he saw it another, what did that say?
When Omar and the night manager caught up with him, Steven mournfully remarked, “We can’t leave. Look at that snow. We can’t leave. But we have to. But we can’t.”
Omar wrapped both arms around him and held him tight. “I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re going through hell, here, and I can’t save you. It’s all my fault for booking this inn, for booking that room.”
Melting into his husband’s embrace, Steven said, “I feel like I’m losing my min
