Chapter 91

I didn’t wait for Thomas. The moment I stepped out of Ellis-Town, I hailed a cab bound for the Hart Hotel. My makeup was streaked, my hair mussed from crying, and I wasn’t in the mood to interact with anyone except Thomas. I still hadn’t processed everything that had happened, and talking to strangers felt impossible. So when the cab pulled up, I paid the driver quickly and slipped inside without a word.

Once inside Hart, I made my way straight to the staff-only elevator—a hidden pathway shielded by massive marble columns and floor-to-ceiling glass. The lobby’s bright lights and soft hum of activity contrasted sharply with my turmoil, so I preferred the solitude of that secret corridor. As I moved through the quiet hallway, I pulled out my phone to call Thomas. Strangely, it rang through without being answered. He never ignored calls, not even while driving; I’d seen him pull over mid-conversation just to pick up.

His last text had said he was en route to Kingston. That