Roslin’s husband wasn’t among them.
One asked whether the VIP extension was really canceled.
Another muttered something about the remaining tab.
Sheldon rounded on them.
“Can you give us a minute?”
They exchanged looks.
Then they drifted toward the curb.
The VIP extension was canceled.
No one offered to cover his bill.
No one defended him.
Sheldon turned back to me.
“Why would you cancel the room?”
“Because I booked it.”
“It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“It was.”
No one defended him.
“Keira, you’re acting crazy.”
I took out my phone.
“Do you recognize this woman?”
I showed him the photograph.
He stopped talking.
For a moment, he simply stared.
He stopped talking.
Then he looked toward Roslin.
“Who sent you that?”
“Does it matter?”
“One of the guys?”
I played the video.
His own voice spilled onto the sidewalk.
Marriage is a leash, man.
