It had been a few days since the incident.

Not much time had passed, yet it felt like so long ago since everything came crashing for Roxanne. It was already the 29th of December… Nearly last day of the year.

Roxanne decided to get up from her bed and leave the house. She needed the exercise anyway. She looked around her. This wasn't her room… At least not the one she was used to.

It wasn’t comfortable like Rita's, or familiar like her house's, or cosy like her grandmother's. It was just a hotel room. Of course, it was a quality place, and the bed was better than any of...