I open the wardrobe and, as the doors swing, something nails my feet to the floor. I’m looking at a dress. Black, knee-length and long-sleeved. It’s Witchery, I know this because I’ve seen this dress. I’ve worn this dress. I reach out and touch it. It’s hanging there like a body before me. The dress I wore the night I met Daniel. The same one I had folded up and left in the boot of my car then stowed in the bottom of my wardrobe. But did I check it was definitely in that bag? I realise I’ve been holding my breath. I let it out but there’s nothing there, just a tightness. Is it possible Cain found the dress? Decided to hang it up and forgot to tell me? I can hear him coming up the stairs. Daniel can’t have taken the dress that morning because I saw it in my bag at home. I quickly slam the wardrobe closed. Turn so my back is against the door.

‘How do the rooms look?’ he says.

‘The beds are made, except this one is a little messy. The rooms are perfectly tidy too.’

‘Easy money, eh?’

‘Yeah, kind of. Just feels like something’s off.’

‘Off?’

‘Look.’ I point to the pillows.

Cain leans over the bed, looks down at the hair.

‘So?’ he says.

‘Remember their photos? Neither of them had black hair.’ It doesn’t make sense. A blonde woman and a man with a shaved head. This is a black hair.

‘I think you’re overthinking it.’

‘It’s not their hair,’ I say.

‘Maybe someone else stayed with them, it’s not the end of the world.’

‘This isn’t a joke.’ The dress in the wardrobe, the stay at the other WeStay, it’s making my head spin and my heart race but I can’t let him know why this hair is so significant.

‘Maybe there were two couples and they didn’t want to pay for the extra guests. Is that a possibility, Lina? This is why I should do these cleans myself. So you don’t get paranoid.’

‘Two couples, but they only used one bed?’

He sighs, long and slow.

I continue speaking. ‘How would you miss a dark hair on a white pillow if you wanted to tidy up after yourselves?’ Would he recognise the dress as mine? He’d just say that I accidentally left the dress here.

‘Forget about it, Lina.’ Cain plucks the hair with his finger and thumb. He goes to the window, opens it and casts the hair outside. ‘Let me manage the house so you don’t have to stress. Just remember we’re now four hundred dollars better off.’ Cain takes my upper arms, looks deep into my eyes. ‘Everything is fine.’