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The Hotel Motel

I had never heard my baby scream so loud and couldn’t help thinking as I sped along the two-lane highway that I was a terrible mother. The road weaved through a deep, wooded valley past acreage for sale, a small clearing with three white crosses, and a billboard for a place called The Hotel Motel in a town named Hapness. I thought my eyes were playing tricks. I said a little prayer, asking only for decent food and a clean bed for the night. Read the full story