I can see the pain in your eyes. It’s very familiar. You’ve lost something. And now you’re frozen in time. Can’t move forward. Can’t go back.
I do not deny that that woman is horrible. Horrible. But in the next hundred years of living, you may find someone who treats you better, who screws you better, who makes you laugh more than cry. You’ll never find anyone who loves you as much as she does.
People today are obsessed with anything shiny and new. But it’s all an illusion. Everything new fades.
We started with such high hopes. With all the previous owners being dead, the hotel was under new management– ours. We were determined to remake the Cortez in our own image. This would be no mere hotel. We had ambitions to be a family to the friendless, a comfort to those in the cold, a beehive of acceptance. It was supposed to be the perfect ending.