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Not What It Seems: Part One
Tony banged on the bathroom door as I emptied my stomach for the third time. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Go away!” I yelled as I kneeled over the toilet. “I don’t want to talk to you!”
“We can talk about this,” Tony said as he banged on the door again and tried to turn the handle. “You know I can break the door down.”
Tony was my husband, and he had been a firefighter in his prime. Now he was a decorated and respected investigator. “Do you want me to break the door?”
I wiped my mouth and stood up. “I am coming out,” I nodded. I washed my mouth and opened the door pushing past Tony’s sizeable muscular frame.
“All I want to do is talk,” Tony said as he sat down on the bed.
“I need to drink,” I replied as I walked out into the living room.
“They overcharge for….” Before I opened one of the tiny liquor bottles in the hotel’s small refrigerator, Tony started to say.
“Go ahead, talk,” I said as I picked up another.
We were in the mountains. This hotel was our favourite spot to get away, especially for the holidays. We had come up two days before our kids arrived.
I say kids lightly as the two were well past their childhood years. Katy was going on nineteen, and Dawson was…
