Laura;

“Room service!”

I put on my bathrobe and walked to the door. I didn’t order room service. I clutched my robe tighter to my body and opened the door just a crack.

A lady stood there with a box in her hands. Was that a delivery for me?

“Are you Miss Laura?”

“Yes.”

I felt a little emboldened and opened the door a little wider. The lady was dressed in formal wear, a little too formal for her to be in the room service business.

“I have a package for you.”

She handed it to me, and I looked at the tag attached to it. I couldn't help but...