JAKE
Holly looked like a deer in the headlights. I thought she knew about my rank. I figured that she would have worked it out from my parents owning the hotel, but obviously, she hadn’t put that together. My mum welcomed her warmly and told her to call her Emma. Holly nodded and smiled, breaking out of her shocked state to shake my mums hand. Dad offered his own hand and said “While you are our guest here, please make yourself at home.” Holly looked a little unsure “I’m not really sure how to do that.” She joked nervously. We looked a little confused, so she explained “I’ve never really had a home. We live on the road. It’s just one crappy hotel after another. Sometimes, it's worse if we can’t get a room.” She looked a little sad and embarrassed. I wanted to pull her into my arms, but I
