Midvalley slunk in like a thief, silent and searching. The maid hadn't
come yet; the room was humid, shower steam and the previous occupants
leaving their unmistakable mark on the air.
He smirked, finding what he sought: a leaf of paper, tucked inside the front cover of the Bible in the nightstand.
Hey, he read.
Got the message-- we're on our way. Proceeding as planned.
Can't meet anymore, too risky. Things are complicated.
Sorry.
Midvalley read it six times before sinking onto the rumpled bed, head in his hands. The sheets were still damp.
He left like a ghost, alone.
