It’s been two weeks that Elena had been at the hotel.

At first, she had counted every hour,but now the days had started blending together.

She had found a peaceful and quiet routine,where she woke up late with no alarm.

No one knocking on her door,no one asking where she had been or where she was going.

She walked to the library and spent hours between the shelves, sometimes reading the same page twice without realizing it.

After that, she would walk to a small café,she liked the corner table near the window where nobody looked at her twice or knew her.

In the evening, she stopped at a small...