I was asking no one in particular, just venting to the expensive-looking artwork on the walls and the pristine marble floors.

I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and started dragging it toward the hallway he had indicated, the wheels making an obnoxiously loud rumbling sound that I found oddly satisfying.

The third room turned out to be nice, really nice, actually.

Bigger than my room at home, with a queen-sized bed, a desk, and its own attached bathroom.

The walls were painted a soft gray, and there was a large window that looked out over what appeared to be a garden.

Under different circumstances, I might have been excited...