I stood in the dimly lit hotel room, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence. I leaned against the wall, arms folded, waiting for Grace to emerge from the bathroom. I couldn’t help but reflect on how she had looked before she went in—disheveled and gaunt from days without proper food. The sight of her in such a state had stirred something in me, something I wasn't entirely sure how to articulate. I had to admit, the idea of seeing her rejuvenated, dressed up, and ready to leave the confines of the small room felt oddly satisfying.
Tony was already downstairs, waiting by the car, ready to take us to the new location. The anticipation was building, but I was more focused on Grace. It was strange how much a simple change could impact my perception. I had chose
