On the sixth night, Angela made up her mind: she went out the back entrance, walked around the building, and looked into the window of room 112. The curtain wasn’t fully shut. Through the narrow gap she could see only silhouettes… but those silhouettes were enough to make her knees buckle.

She saw the shadow of a man leaning over the girl. The girl sat on the bed, her shoulders trembling. Angela stepped back from the window, heart pounding. Everything looked… wrong.