Stephanie's POV
The ride to the hotel has been one hell of a quiet ride. Even with the engines roaring on the road, you would definitely hear a pin drop. Jolina had cried so hard she fell asleep in the back seat, little hiccups still coming out every few seconds. I kept looking at her in the mirror, her little face still wet, mouth open a little. She looked so small.
I paid the driver with cash so nothing could be traced, then carried her out. She didn't even stir. Her head just fell against my shoulder like she trusted me to fix everything. I wanted to cry again, but I swallowed it down.
I carried her through the lobby. The man at the desk gave me a quick smile, like this was normal, a tired woman with a sleeping child and two bags. I had booked the room two days ago under a fake name. Nothing fancy, just clean and quiet. I needed quiet right now.
