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."

a bitter smile. "But this might be tied to Ethan and the others. We need to stay on our

handle that masked person back there? Do

I said with a small laugh, avoiding the

couldn't beat you in prison. You fight

whole bunch of

the

his face hidden behind a mask and hat. We couldn't make out any

his eyes scanning

here? Are you actually reporters?" he asked in a

hiding out and don't want

buying it. He walked right up to us. We shrank back, only to find ourselves trapped against

we thought we were

the gay

muffled groan,

steps. His shoulders trembled as though

crying? He reached out a hand