Eva Notty Bed And: Breakfast

“You’re the one who booked the Honeymoon Suite,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

“Will I remember?” I asked.

I looked down. My own tag was back, tied to my wrist. But the words had changed. They now read: “The lie you told yourself—that you weren’t the one who left first.” eva notty bed and breakfast

It was my third morning. I sat across from Eva Notty. She placed a final plate before me: a single, perfect slice of apple pie, steam rising like a ghost. “You’re the one who booked the Honeymoon Suite,”