What Lasts Forever

Stella

As soon as Vance and I step into the quaint lobby of the little roadside motel, we’re greeted by a wave of nostalgia. The vanilla-scented candles, the soft amber lighting, the Persian rugs on the hardwood floors.

It’s like stepping back in time.

“Hello,” an old woman wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses says from behind the counter. “How can I help you?”

“We’re looking for a room.” Vance s