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LILIANA

“Goodnight, ladies.” The man tells us the moment we step into the hallway with several doors.

Before I can turn and bid him the same, he disappears into one of the rooms.

Rachel shrugs as she clasps a hand on my shoulder. “He had a rough day at the diner. When he comes home beaten up, sleep is his therapy.”

I nod in understanding. “Days like that