Chapter 4The hotel Josie’s parents had selected for their stopover stay in Maryland was called The Even Place. Despite her family’s prodigious travels, she’d never heard of this place before. The building was squat, narrow, and pastel-coloured; it looked more like it was pulled from a Wes Anderson film than any real kind of hotel establishment. The moment all four of them stepped into the lobby, though, she realized exactly what her father had done.
“What do you think?” he asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He gestured to one side of the hotel foyer that was supposed to be the business centre.
Instead of the typical enclave with a high-backed business chair and a shitty computer with attached mouse and keyboard, there were iPads placed into walls with bouncy-exercise balls as chai
