I stood alone in the hotel lobby, suitcase at my feet, staring at the text from my husband: “Relax, it’s just a prank.”

The front desk says the rooms aren’t covered.

Call me right now.

Claire, this is insane.

I took my time getting ready.

Navy slacks. White blouse. Hair tied back.

By the time I stepped into the elevator, I felt clearer than I had in months.

When the doors opened into the lobby, they were all there.

Ethan turned first, his face flushed. “Are you serious?”

I walked toward the front desk, folder in hand. “Completely.”

Diane stepped forward, outraged