MORRISON
The door was already open when I arrived.
Strange. Because Quinn was never that careless.
I stepped into the motel room without hesitation, my gaze sweeping everywhere almost at the same time, absorbing all details.
“Hello… anyone in here?” I uttered loudly.
When there was no response, I stepped further into the room. Inside, a glass sat on the table.
The only chair in the room was slightly angled away from its original position; it was now closer to the window, signalling chaos.
For a moment, my heart skipped. Because she could be in danger. Maybe she was attacked inside.
“Hello…” I uttered again.
This time, I was met with complete silence. No sound at all. An icy feeling took root in my belly, making my knees tremble.
Without further ado, I approached the bathroom door
