We walked toward the reception desk, and then I remembered.
"Excuse me…" I said to the girl, "do you know if Mr. Alexander has already left?"
She looked at me, thought for a second.
"Oh… the man who was with you?"
I nodded.
"Yes."
"Yes, of course. He checked out last night."
I blinked.
"Last night?"
I frowned.
That doesn't make sense.
"Yes, he checked out last night."
My mind stopped for a second, confused. Because that wasn't what we had agreed on. We had talked about leaving today, after resting. After all.
"Thank you," I finally said. But something doesn't add up, nothing.
I looked at Ethan. But I didn't say anything… Not yet. Because I didn't know what it meant, and maybe… I didn't want to know yet.
The return trip is calm, quiet at times, comfortable. Eth
