They had spent the whole summer acting careful. My mother clipped coupons in front of me and sighed over grocery prices. My father shook his head when I suggested one quiet weekend away together, like I had asked him to buy a second house instead of share a motel room and a diner breakfast. “This summer we’re staying in,” Mom told me. “It’s just too much.” I believed her because believing them had become a reflex, even after years of little disappointments. They knew I kept one reserve account for emergencies, and they knew my health was the reason I guarded it like oxygen. At 3:08 in the morning, my phone buzzed hard enough to wake me. The notification said $9,860 had been withdrawn from my reserve fund. I sat up so fast the room tilted, opened the banking app, and watched my own life turn into someone else’s vacation. There were first-class flights to Mykonos. There was a luxury suite, a private driver, designer shops, spa treatments, and restaurant holds that cost more than my rent. Every charge use
“Forty-eight seconds,” Diana said. “Audrey, listen carefully. The first paramedics are entering the east corridor now.”
A heavy pounding struck the door.
“Emergency medical services!” a voice shouted. “Can you hear us?”
Audrey almost cried from relief.
“Yes!”
The handle rattled.
“It’s locked from the outside,” she called.
“We’re opening it.”
There was movement in the hallway, followed by the sharp scrape of metal. Someone shouted for a tool. Another voice ordered people to clear the corridor.
Then Audrey heard Julian.
“What are you doing back here?”
The hallway went quiet for a fraction of a second.
“This is a medical emergency, sir,” a paramedic replied.
“You can’t bring equipment through this hall. The reception is being filmed.”
Audrey stared at the door.
Even now.
Even after leaving her alone on the floor, he was thinking about the wedding video.
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