Room 313. Same number as the area code now that I was thinking of it. I almost smiled, but it gave me a sick deluded sense that the perverse poetry of watching my fiancé getting fucked through the sliver of a chain locked hotel door was somehow by design all along. “Thahk you so muh baby, I uhv you.”  Andrea, faced pressed against the adjacent wall, eyes deeply locked with mine, slurred past the finger hooked in her mouth...