Purple Lines Don’t Meet – 13

15 The hotel lobby was quiet when she stepped in. Muted carpet. Soft lighting. A man at reception scrolling through his phone. Tessy nodded at him, didn’t wait for eye contact. She took the lift up, the hum of its ascent matching the low thrum in her chest. She was tired. Not just physically. Emotionally…....

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