Carlos finally stopped the car in front of an old, weathered inn. The building looked like it had seen better days, with its paints peeling and the sign hanging precariously.

That was exactly what Carlos needed. A place where no one would recognize them. Away from the prying eyes of the media, and the scandal that had recently engulfed their life.

Bailey followed Carli inside, with mixed feelings of fear and anticipation. She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter, unsure of what awaited her. The Inn's interior was just as worn out as its exterior. With faded wallpapers and creaky floorboards. Carlos approached the receptionist, a middle-aged...