I could see and hear the waves of the beach through a fenced gate at the end of the motel and I longed to be out there with my surfboard, the board I'd sold two months ago.īut I couldn't. There were children playing in the pool, their parents lazing in lounge chairs, enjoying the sun and laughing as they all relaxed enjoying what was probably a much needed vacation. Instead it was nice, painted a bright pink with white trim, a long row of rooms in an L-shape around a beautiful pool, a typical modest beach motel. I'd expected it to be seedy, to have drug addicts and prostitutes hanging around it. Finally I steeled myself to move forward.
I paused and stood on the curb, swallowing hard, my emotions a crazed mixture of fear, anger, strange excitement, and I was fighting tears.
I could never go back after I entered room sixteen. There it was, as he'd said it would be, and my life was about to change irrevocably.
