told me they would look into it. Maybe they did. Maybe they did not. We never heard anything meaningful after that.
We stayed in the hotel
for two more nights, but sleep never came easily. Every sound in the hallway, every mechanical hum, every creak in the room made me tense again. When I eventually checked Airbnb, the booking had disappeared. The listing was gone. The host’s profile was blank. No photo, no reviews, no trace of the cheerful, welcoming presence that had existed just days earlier.
That
