“Listen, I know that this has been very difficult for you, but I really want us to try to rebuild our relationship. We can go to therapy if you want.... I’m willing to do anything for you.”I finally snapped out of my trance. “Mom, I miss you too,” my voice sounded tiny in my ears. “I love my Uncle Dan, and he has been really good to me here, but I miss my home and my friends. If you really want me there, I want to be there for you.” I could hear my mother crying softly as I spoke.“Oh, Tara, I’m so. "What's up Mark?" he asked me."I'm sick of these quickies in the fucking locker rooms. Can we fucking go somewhere?" I have a confession to make," he said to me, "My wife knows about...us."Before I could ask how..or why..he continued, "She was looking for a bra of hers that went missing and she was digging through the closet. She moved my GYM bag and she noticed there was a roll of condoms inside one of the open pockets. Naturally she questioned me. I had to come clean. I'm sorry. I had no. ” Amanda took the key off him. The plate on the key chain read 313. On her way to the elevator, she passed the hotel bar. The bartender was stacking glasses into a shelf, preparing for the evening.She called the elevator. It arrived with a somber ding and she rode it up to the third floor. The hallways were decked out in dark wood and lush carpets, lit by the occasional wall lamp. She unlocked room 313 and entered. A large bed, TV cabinet with built-in freezer and wardrobe made the room appear. There was also my fathers symbology on the right shoulder side, but it also covered the entire back of it. I knew I had found my favorite clothes.I felt sweaty. I hadn't showered since the morning Gillian had came to get me. Looking in the mirror, my jet black hair was rough, my chest felt grimy, and my shoes where filled with rocks. There was dirt on my hands, and on my face.Remembering the bathing room, I exited my room and walked across the room to it. I opened the door and stepped in. .