She felt bad for Jade. Stuck in the reception room.

Imogen Howe

could tell it bugged her. Maybe it was some deal she had made with the owner. Crutches, old age, bad vision and hearing... probably preferred working in the daytime than night.

That was another strange thing about The

Seaside Rest

this time around. The owner... or the guy she thought was the owner was barely here now during the days and evenings. Once she saw him come very late at night. He looked tired. Bags in his eyes, bad posture. Before he had always been in a... well maybe not good... but a serious and sincere mood.

That night, he looked fazed and burnt out. Like he didn't want to be there. It had piqued her interest enough that she checked out of the Ritz Carlton and checked into the Seaside once more.

She actually preferred this place. It wasn't as upscale but she enjoyed sleeping in the quiet rooms by the sea over the luxury towers over there. The food wasn't as good but it was good enough. Also Keith was a big reason for her moving back here. Where was he? What did he mean when he said he didn't have long?