The Grandmother's Monologue & Amy’s Fall
“Amy was the only grandchild I had. Her parents and I—this sick, old woman—spent our days grieving, searching, praying for her return. When we reported her missing, even this cursed hotel twisted the truth. They told us she’d gone home one evening and never showed up again. Claimed she probably found a better job. No mention of her belongings still in the staff locker. No record of her final shift. Like they wanted her forgotten."
“Days later, her parents were killed in a car crash—on a rainy stretch of highway, searching for someone the world was already pretending didn’t exist.”
She paused, voice tightening. Her fingers trembled on her lap.