I buried myself in work, pushing my ideas into the background and concentrating on my obligations at the hotel, so the next few days passed in a haze. Perhaps I could keep everything locked away if I continued to be busy and kept moving. Every moment was meticulously scheduled: wake up, head to work, return home, and so on. Not anywhere for regrets or memories.
That morning, the lobby was especially crowded with visitors carrying bags and families juggling small children checking in for their stays. As though each guest was the most important person in the room, I passed on a brilliant smile, focussing all of my attention on helping each one. It was the only method I could silence the continual guilt buzz.