Chapter 14

• Renee didn’t know how long she stayed on the floor, but the moment the tears finally subsided, a cold, sharp certainty took root: she needed proof. The video cameras. The hotel must have footage of her going to Taylor’s room, footage of Leah or whoever else led her there. She needed to prove she wasn't a slut; she was a victim.
• Wiping her face roughly with the back of her hands, she stood up. She quickly pulled on the most sensible pair of trousers and jumper she owned, hiding the mess of her hair under a beanie. She had to go back. She had to try and get the evidence before it was erased.
• Less than an hour later, Renee was sitting on a sofa in a quiet corner of the hotel lobby, feeling utterly out of place. She felt the eyes of every well-dressed guest slide over her clothes and her exhausted face. She had been waiting for twenty minutes, trying to catch the attention of a member of staff who looked like they had some authority.