Chapter 12

I took a cab back to the motel and asked the guy at the front desk for a spare keycard to the room. He made me pay him ten bucks, the greedy bastard, before he handed it over.

As quietly as possible, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Hollis was fast asleep in the fetal position on top of the blankets on the bed I’d claimed as mine. He wore one of my T-shirts, and I could see dried tears on his cheeks.

I leaned against the door and felt my heart flip over. He looked so vulnerable there, and I wanted to keep him safe and guard the innocence he still seemed to retain after the shitstorm of his childhood. I soundlessly grabbed my bag and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door so I wouldn’t disturb him as I showered.