“I suddenly lost my appetite,” Evelyn said before letting out a nervous burp.
“Mistress?” Grace asked.
“She’s not exactly my normal fare,” Evelyn said. “Judging by her calloused hands, I’d guess she’s a runaway farm girl, looking for a better life.”
It was almost ingenious really building this hotel where it was. Far enough from the city to round up drifters and non-desireables without raising suspicions. I guess I was expecting them to empty out the prisons…
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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