Della pulled into the hotel's parking lot, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had been driving for hours, and her body was starting to ache from the long journey. She had no idea how she would afford a room, but she knew she couldn't go back to the cafe. She had to keep moving for herself and her unborn child.
Della stepped out of the car and into the pouring rain, shaking her head to clear the water from her eyes. She had been driving for hours, trying to get as far away from Xavier and the rest of her past as possible. She didn't care where she was going, just as long as it was far away.
As she looked around, she realised that she was in the middle of nowhere. The only thing in sight was a small hotel, its neon sign reading "Welcome to the Rusty Nail" in bold letters. The bui
