The door to the room creaked open, and both their heads snapped toward it in unison.

The maid entered quietly, her eyes darting between them before speaking. "The key to your car will be here in an hour. Until then... you're free to stay in the room."

Fred glanced at Bethany one last time before walking. "We'll talk later," he said quietly, giving her space to make up her mind.

Bethany didn't respond, her thoughts spinning. What was there to say?

The truth was that a part of her wanted to believe him, wanted to let the past go and rebuild what they had lost. But that part of her...