The motel came into view like a bad omen.
Ava felt it before she properly saw it, the unease settling deep in her chest, it was heavy and instinctive. The building squatted at the edge of a nearly deserted road, its sign flickering weakly, several letters burnt out so the name was barely legible. Peeling paint clung stubbornly to the walls, and one of the upstairs windows was boarded up entirely.
This was the place, she had been here with Damian before ,but she didn't have the time to fully see it like now.
Her fingers curled slowly around the strap of her purse.
Ross pulled the car to a stop a short distance away, deliberately choosing a spot that gave them a clear view of the entrance. The engine went quiet, but the air inside the car remained tense.
Ava stared out the window, her brows knitting together.
"This is…" she began, then stopped, unsure how to finish the sentence.
