![]() ![]() It’s the tail end of the busy season, the last few tourists passing through to see the foliage before Maine closes up for the winter. It’s his problem, not mine.Īt work, I sit at the concierge desk in the corner of the hotel lobby and give guests recommendations on where to go and what to eat. I wait a few minutes, try calling him, but when the voicemail kicks in, I shove my phone in my pocket and leave my apartment, yanking the door closed behind me. I type out another- I’m here if you want to talk-then think better and delete it, send instead a wordless line of question marks. I bring up my last text, sent to Strane four hours ago: So, are you ok … ? He still hasn’t responded, hasn’t even read it. What kind of monster could do that to a child? Each time, the numbers climb and the comments multiply. Fasten the gold name tag to my lapel, refresh. I dig under the couch for my black flats, refresh. I put on my black wool suit, refresh again. While curling my hair, I refresh the page. I get ready for work and the post has been up for eight hours. Jacket photographs by Wojciech Zwolinski/Arcangel Cristina Romero Palma/Shutterstock 99Art/Shutterstock (texture) GCapture/Shutterstock ![]()
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