172 Unfamiliar Comforts

(Winona)

I drive us across the city in a cheap hire car, away from the grime, decay and horrid memories that defined so much of my childhood.

The hotel we check into isn’t luxurious by Jayden’s standards, but it’s clean and comfortable.

Far better than anything Mom and Cass have experienced ever. I chose it carefully—something that wouldn’t overwhelm them but would still offer them a taste of security and comfort.

As we step into the small lobby, I can see Cass looking around, her expression staid. Mom is quiet, her eyes darting nervously from one side of the lobby to the other.

“It’s very nice,” Mom says softly, almost like she’s afraid to jinx it by speaking too loudly. “Thank you, Winona.”

I nod, giving her a reassuring smile. “It’s a place to rest. We’ll be safe here.”

Jayden handles the check-in process, his usual confidence on full display, but I can sense something different in him. He’s quieter than usual.

Maybe this whole experience has him rattled. Maybe he doesn’t think he