VICTORIA'S POV
The hotel was in Midtown.
Not the kind of hotel she would have chosen before. Before, she'd stayed at the Four Seasons or the Mandarin Oriental, places where the staff knew your name before you arrived and the thread count of the sheets was something you could feel. This was a business hotel. Clean, anonymous, the kind of place where nobody looked at you twice because everybody was passing through and nobody cared.
She'd paid cash for three weeks.
The woman at the desk hadn't blinked.
Victoria set her single bag on the bed and looked around the room. One window facing the street. A desk. A chair. A bathroom with good lighting, which she noted because she still needed good lighting for the physiotherapy exercises and she wasn't going to stop doing them just because she was here.
She sat on the edge of the bed.
