Two hours later, I was sitting in a hotel room in Lake Placid with Trent. He hadn't been kidding when he said he wanted privacy. No one was going to interrupt or overhear us here.
I had no idea how Whitney had convinced Aunt Beth to let me go to her house, but I wasn't complaining. Sitting alone in my room tonight hadn't even made it onto my list of things-I-want-to-do. My emotions were all over the place, running higher than ever.
I wandered around the small room. There was a queen size bed in the middle, matching nightstands on either side, and a dresser with a TV on top. The bathroom was to the right, and situated in front of the windows was a small table with two chairs. The room wasn't anything fancy, but we really didn't need fancy. We needed private and quiet, and that's what we had.