Room 17

Daniel only wanted a room for the night. Room 17 looked ordinary when he opened the door. A made bed. A quiet desk. A lamp left on beside the wall. The kind of room meant to be forgotten by morning. Then he finds his own bag inside. It should still be in his car. The strap is warm. The shirt inside is still damp from coffee he spilled hours earlier. No one has entered before him. No one is hiding ...