“I can’t remember.” My irritation rises. “You’re lying to me. What did I say about lying?” He groans, turning away. “Look, it’s late. And I’ve still gotta call an Uber.” My annoyance pops like a balloon. “Wait—you’re leaving?” “Well, yeah.” I follow him, my heart suddenly racing. “Teddy, it’s late. We’ve been traveling all day. Where are you going?” “My hotel.” He ducks behind the side of the couch, grabbing his blue duffel and backpack off the floor. Alcohol and fatigue are making my brain feel foggy. “Why would you go to a hotel?”
