Ava’s POV
Nobody panicked.
That was almost worse.
Morgan ended the call with Dad and immediately started issuing orders.
“True, rear exit.”
“Already checking.”
“Gage, stay with Ava and Tootsie.”
Gage moved toward me.
I held up a hand.
“Don't.”
He stopped.
Not because I intimidated him.
Because he understood.
I needed room to think.
Morgan held my phone in a gloved hand.
The picture was still on the screen.
Me getting into the vehicle.
My rucksack over Morgan's shoulder.
True near the front.
Taken less than twenty minutes ago.
That wasn't your room I wanted.
I read it again.
And again.
“What does that mean?” Tootsie asked quietly.
“I don't know.”
That was the truth.
But I knew what it felt like.
The room number had scared us.
It was supposed to.
We'd reacted exa
