Page 28 of Do Not Disturb
She takes a step back, like she’s almost afraid of me. “You go now. You… you are… danger.”
I stand up, my legs trembling beneath me. “You mean I’mindanger?”
“I’m sorry.” She backs up again until she hits the wall. Or the mirror, as it were. “You must go now, Quinn. Go! Go out of here!”
“But…”
“Get out!” she shrieks. “You must go! Get away from this place!”
The veins are standing out in her neck, and her eyes are bulging out in their sockets. I don’t even understand what’s happening. Why is she freaking out like this? It washeridea to tell my fortune!
I’m afraid she’s going to start throwing things at me, so I obediently stumble out of her room.
For a moment, I linger in the hallway, stunned. Was that for real? Or was it all a performance, like Nick said? I can’t even tell.
Then something hits me.
She called me Quinn. Somehow, she knew my name.
All right, now I’m officially freaked out. I definitely never told her my name. I said I was Kelly, and she called me on it being a fake name, but I never corrected her. So how did she know my name is Quinn?
I close my eyes and I can still see her panicked face. The veins standing out in her neck and on her temples. Screaming at me:Go! Get out of here!
What does she think is going to happen if I stay here? What horrible thing did she see in my future?
This is ridiculous. She has to tell me the truth. This isn’t fair.
I knock on her door. Then I knock a second time. Then a third.
Okay, she’s obviously not answering.
I have a sick, horrible feeling in my stomach. I don’t know what she saw in my future or if any of this is real, but I agree with her on one thing: I need to get out of this place.Now. I’ll go sit in my car until the plow gets here if I have to.
I return to my room and throw everything back into my luggage. It doesn’t take very long. Regretfully, I leave the boots behind in the room. I’ll have to do what I can with my sneakers.
As I take one last look at the room, I look out the window at the house across the way. The sun is still up, so it’s hard to see, but I can just barely make out the shadow of a woman sitting in the window on the second floor.
Rosalie.
I wonder why she’s on the second floor. If she can’t walk, why wouldn’t she want to stay on the first floor? Why would she trap herself upstairs?
I shake my head. There’s no point in thinking about this anymore. Nick’s wife isn’t my problem anymore. And I’m sure she’ll be happy I’m gone.
I take the stairs down as quickly as I can go. It’s hard with my bulky luggage, but I’ve got this horrible feeling I don’t have much time.
Nick is at the front desk when I get to the lobby. He sucks in a breath when he sees me with my luggage. “What are you doing, Kelly?”
“I… I have to go.”
He frowns. “But the plow isn’t here yet. I told you I would call you when they came.”
“I can’t wait anymore.” I heave my bag onto my shoulder. “I have to get out of here. I’ll wait in the car until they arrive.”
“But it’s freezing out there. What are you going to do? Run the heat for the next two hours? Your car is going to die.”
He has a reasonable point, but I don’t care. “Maybe they’ll be here sooner.”
“No, they won’t. They called me and told me they’re delayed. They might not be here forhours.”
