Chapter 2
I was asking no one in particular, just venting to the expensive-looking artwork on the walls and the pristine marble floors.
I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and started dragging it toward the hallway he had indicated, the wheels making an obnoxiously loud rumbling sound that I found oddly satisfying.
The third room turned out to be nice, really nice, actually.
Bigger than my room at home, with a queen-sized bed, a desk, and its own attached bathroom.
The walls were painted a soft gray, and there was a large window that looked out over what appeared to be a garden.
Under different circumstances, I might have been excited about staying here.
But these were not different circumstances, these were the circumstances where I was stuck living with Frank for a month.
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