Rewriting My Heart's Fate

After hanging up the phone, it hit me. "Oh no, we're going to stick out like a sore thumb sneaking into a hotel in evening gowns at this time of night. If anyone connects us to the crime scene, we're screwed!"

Madison got the gravity of the situation, too. Her face went pale. "What now? We can't actually avoid calling the police, can we?"

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. "Alright, here's the plan. First, we ditch these outfits so we don't stand out. Then, we find a spot to lay low and wait for the police, so no one sees us."

Madison nodded.

We rushed to the hotel restroom, changed out of our gowns, and stuffed them into our bags. Then, we grabbed a couple of casual outfits from the hotel gift shop. Only then did we sigh in relief.

"What now?" Madison asked. "We can't just waltz back to the lobby and wait."

I glanced around and spotted a stairwell tucked away in the corner. "Let's hide in there. No one usually goes to places like that."

We rushed into the stairwell, slipped inside, and pressed ourselves against the wall, still shaken.

"I never thought the night would go like this," Madison muttered. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have gone to that stupid charity gala."

"But this might be tied to Ethan and

the way, how'd you handle that masked person back there? Do you know some kind of fighting skills

picked up a thing or two," I said with a

couldn't beat you in

called in a whole bunch of

when, all of a sudden, the stairwell door burst open. Madison and I jumped in

behind a mask and hat. We couldn't make out any features, but the

the stairs, his eyes scanning the area until they landed

you two doing lurking around here? Are you actually reporters?" he asked in

hastily denied it. "No, no, we're just hiding out and don't want anyone to see us. Please don't get the

shrank back, only to find ourselves

we thought we were

gay suddenly stopped,

muffled groan, and

His shoulders trembled

crying? He reached out a hand and