The sedan pulled up to a luxury high-rise hotel downtown. The stranger helped Sara out of the car and guided her through the lobby. Sara still wore the blindfold, her heart pounding as she walked past the hotel staff and other guests, but he held her arm firmly, guiding her confidently. They rode the elevator in silence, ascending to the top floor.
He led her down a quiet hallway and unlocked a door. The room was freezing cold, and Sara could hear the distant sounds of city traffic far below.
"Step outside," he said, guiding her toward a sliding glass door.
Sara stepped onto the balcony. The night air was cool and crisp, and the sounds of the city were much louder up here. She could hear car horns, sirens, and the low hum of a vibrant nightlife. The wind whipped her hair around her face
