ROSALINE

We pulled up after a twenty minute ride to the hotel. I got out and opened the door for Gerald's mom to come out. As we got into the confines of the large hotel that screamed opulence, and walked towards the reception, my gaze fell on Gerald. What? Gerald was here?

Gerald was just at the lobby, pacing around frantically. His hands were placed on his head as his fingers drove through his hair, ruffling it. I rushed to the lobby, his mother following my pace at the back.

"Gerald!" I called out to him, and he turned immediately to look at who was calling him. His eyes fell...