RENEE
“A package for a lady named Miss Renee….”
The second I heard my name, my brows lifted, and I instantly whipped my face towards the room’s doorway, where Nicole was already standing.
We’d been busy packing our things, ready to leave for the train station this morning when a knock sounded on our motel room’s wooden door.
At first, we both had hesitated, thinking the sound wasn’t coming from our end, but after two more taps, Nicole had given up and standing from the bed she’d gone to attend to whoever was at the door.
We weren’t expecting anyone at all, and considering how sullen and moody I was this fateful morning, I didn’t even pay any heed or bother to check who this unexpected visitor was.
Not until I heard my name and the wheels in my head started to turn.
Who the hell was that? The voice had sounded masculine, and he’d said he had brought me a package. If I could recall clearly, and I kept searching my brain trying to remember, I definitely did not order anything from anyone or anywhere.