Trapped

Ethan

I drive at top speed to the address Amy gave me. I'm surprised it's in a hotel. What would my wife look for in a hotel? I don't like the way things look at all. Nevertheless, I am not deflating. I advance towards the interior of the hotel. Amy, who was sitting on a chair apart and obviously waiting for me, comes running to see me.

"So where is my wife? And then, what is this place?" I ask her impatiently.

"Calm down sweetie! Come on, I'll take you where your wife is." She said taking my hand.

I withdraw my hand from hers then follow her, asking myself a thousand and one questions. We walk to the elevator and wait for a few minutes that seem like an eternity. Finally, the elevator opens then we enter it. We arrive in front of a room which is closed. Amy reaches out to open the door. I interrupt her.

"What are you doing ?" I ask her with embarrassment.

"What do you think? Do you want to know where your wife is or not?"

I stay silent and let Amy do it. She finally opens the