The inn was nicer than Laurel imagined and cheap thanks to Eden’s conversation with the owner. It felt homey and comfortable like a great place for traveling families.
“It’s not the palace,” the owner joked with a booming voice as he led them up the stairs. “But I imagine you’ll enjoy it all the same!”
“We will,” Laurel said. “Thank you for your kindness.”
The room was sparse. There were two beds in the room with a small table and several candles. It wasn’t much more than a room for them to share, and it was all they would need for now. As Sarah closed the door behind the owner, Laurel sighed at the pouch of money she had.
There wasn’t much left, maybe enough for a few meals. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so staunch about making a clean break and grabbed a few pieces of jewelry to se
