Thoroughly pissed off at Saira and worried sick for the poor child who'd had such a big thing thrust upon him, Adam raced into the hotel room, heart pounding, ready to console Adir and assure him that he would never stand between his father and him. As he reached, he was about to look for someone to open the door but then realized that the door was already slightly open, and in his rush, he didn't stop to question why.
In his agitation, he failed to notice the little details that he would have been wary of otherwise. The lights weren't completely dim, just enough to keep the room from being pitch dark but not enough to keep the room lit. Did that foolish woman try to tell him things in the dark or did she stop to dim the lights as she walked out of the room? But he didn't process any of that. He just stepped inside.
"Adir?" he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness. "Adir, are you here?"
There was no answer. Not a sound.
