The world suddenly seemed to stand still. It seemed as though the guests at the hotel had suddenly stopped chatting, their cutlery didn't hit their plates anymore, and even the wall clock in Cheryl's room had suddenly stopped.
"How did you get access? No one has the key to this room except Eric and me?" Cheryl pressed on.
"Answer her," Eric screamed in anger, and Serena trembled but didn't say anything.
"You won't talk, uh?" Cheryl asked. "Do you think you can tell the police what happened?"
"No, there is no need to call the police. I will leave if that is what you want," Serena finally managed to say.
She got up, and in her confused state, she knocked off so many things that were on the table. She bent down to pick them, and all the while, Cheryl and Eric were looking on.
Eric seemed embarrassed, actually, while the look on Cheryl's face was unreadable. Once she had picked up everything, Serena moved away from the desk.
