happy wip weekend @tmgt your tag is my command!
working on I Wrote Your Name Down chapter 5:
The hotel was cold and brutalist; no artwork adorned the smooth concrete walls, there was no furniture to give one a place to linger in the common spaces. Celia’s footsteps echoed loudly in the overlarge hallway, with nothing to dampen the sound. Some considered it luxurious, but it reminded Celia of a parking garage. She couldn't imagine feeling at-home in this place. Perhaps that was why Caroline Phillips had chosen it. Why would she want to stay somewhere that felt like home, when home was no longer a safe place? The woman had seen her home turned into a crime scene, her walls pierced by gunfire, her floors lacquered with blood. Of course, she wouldn't want to feel as though she were home.
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