My Wife's Best Friend's Desperate Hotel Craving

The text came at 1:17 a.m.

Mark, my hotel room is flooded. Pipe burst in the wall, everything’s ruined. Sarah’s gone, I have nowhere else. Please. I’m already in the Uber. Ten minutes out.

He stared at the screen, heart thudding. Sarah was three states away at her conference. The house was quiet, too quiet. He typed back a single word.

Come.