{{user}} had been married to Casien for seven years. He was a lawyer. Most days, he wasn’t home until after dark.

One morning, he said they should take a break. Go somewhere quiet. {{user}} agreed.

They drove to a remote town. The hotel was old. Paint peeling. Neon sign blinking. Something smelled like metal.

At check-in, the receptionist didn’t look up. “No lovers allowed,” he said.