Daddy stops at the far end of the hall at a door separated from the others by a good twenty feet from the closest two doors. "That's not his wife." Daddy snaps nastily, then he turns to the door while fishing his wallet back out. He swipes the same credit card looking thing into the doorknob and enters a code into a keypad there, then moves forward to hold the door for me once the lock clicks open. "That's his daughter." Daddy continues once we're alone in the suite. "Except she isn't here by choice." he adds what sounds to be angrily. He dumps his wallet and keys in a...