strong medication for a headache, and it now made her drowsy and weak. She touched Esther’s arm. “I need to lie down. I feel dizzy.”
Quietly, she made her way upstairs in search of a place to rest. She noticed a hotel room door half open. The room inside was dark and silent. Assuming it was unoccupied, she entered, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep. She did not know it was Kelvin’s room.
Minutes later, Kelvin entered the suite in his drunken state. Seeing Isabella lying on the bed, he assumed she had been arranged by someone to comfort him. Neither of them spoke. In confusion, intoxication, and weakness, they became intimate.
The following morning, Isabella awoke with a spinning head. The room was quiet. The man was gone. Shocked and disoriented, she rose from the bed. Beside the pillow lay a beautiful gold necklace. It looked expensive and bore an inscription: “K. Williams.” She did not know who the man
