Around my neck lays a wedding ring.

In my right hand I hold a hotel room key.

Which one do I pick?

The marriage? The key?

Everything is not as it seems in room one-forty-three.

Room 143 is created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Room 143

There’s a pounding I can hear, but I’m unsure if it’s coming from my dream or from reality. It gets louder, more insistent the closer I get to waking up, and I come to with a gasp. It’s then I realize it’s reality, and someone is trying to get in touch with me. Reaching over, I grab my phone, there are fifteen missed calls from Taylor.


Immediately my heart is pounding because I know something is f*cking wrong. I run to the front door, throwing it open. Standing there in front of me is my best friend, tears running down her face.


“She’s gone, Caroline. She’s gone.”


And she collapses in my arms. I hold her tightly, telling her that everything will be okay, but I just don’t know. I don’t know that it will, because I have no answers for her. There’s nothing I can tell her that can make this better.


Chapter 27