As I stirred awake in the morning, I reached out for Rose beside me.
The sheets were cold and untouched, indicating she must have woken up earlier than me. But where did she go? Panic set in as I quickly got up and washed my face.
I had a strong feeling that something was wrong.
My suspicions were confirmed when I couldn't find her anywhere around the hotel. Panic turned to anger as I cursed myself for not being more vigilant. Maybe I should have chained her to the bed or locked her inside. But it was too late to have regrets now.
Desperate to find Rose, I rummaged through her things, hoping to find some clues. And then I saw it - a name written on a notebook page: Richard Walsh.
My heart sank as I realized that Rose was after him. She wanted revenge.
Thankfully, she had written down
