Meliza's POV
The hotel room was dark and silent, and my mother had turned off all the lights before heading to bed. I slowly sat up, using my phone's screen for light. The cold blast from the A/C sent a shiver down my spine as I tiptoed across the room, slipping out of my nightgown and into jeans and a shirt.
I scribbled a quick note for Jessa and left it on the table. Saying goodbye to her was too hard, so I went without waking her. Her plan had worked—our mother and Fred were surely still fast asleep after the wine we had them drink last night. Courtesy of room service, three bottles had been enough to lull them into a deep slumber.
Moving carefully, I eased the door open and slipped out into the hallway. The plush carpet muffled my footsteps. I held my breath as I passed my mother's suite, my heart pounding, but with their bedroom on the other side, they wouldn't see me unless they were in the living area.