The hotel had hosted every kind of guest imaginable over the years—business travelers rushing through with rolling suitcases, honeymooners glowing with nervous excitement, families exhausted from sightseeing—but Lina still remembered the two women more clearly than almost anyone else. They arrived on a wet evening when rain pressed against the glass doors and the lobby smelled faintly of coffee and polish. They stepped inside laughing, shaking water from their coats, carrying nothing more than two modest suitcases and an ease that instantly softened the space. Continue reading…
