Room service
Shannon thought of everything she'd done. Everything she had done with her stepbrother Boone. How she had used him, as if he was part of some room service. Even though he was always only trying to protect her, and to make sure she was all right. All she could do was abuse him just to get some money or say how she hated him for being so overprotective.
A tear rolled down from Shannon's eye corner. Now her brother was dead, and she had never said thanks to him. She had never told him how much she loved him and depended on him. Never mentioned what he meant to her and that she couldn't life without his care and tenderness. Never could she explain why she treated him so badly, and used him as room service.