A Guest Claimed Her Fiancé Owned The Hotel—So I Made One Call

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On screen, her hands rested on her lap. Her nails were neatly filed the way she liked them, and she wore the faded blue cardigan I used to drape over her shoulders on cold mornings.

“Austin hasn’t been around in years. He doesn’t get to have anything just because we share a last name.”

Austin’s face tightened, and for the first time since I’d walked continue reading …