Sarah Pearse

‘’How long have you been working for the hotel?’’ Will says, turning back.
‘’Just over a year.’’
‘’You like it?’’
The driver nods. ‘’There’s something about the building, the history, it gets inside your head.’’
‘’I looked it up online,’’ Elin murmurs. ‘’I couldn’t believe how many patients actually – ‘’
‘’I wouldn’t think too much about that.’’ The driver cuts her off. ‘’Digging up the past, especially with this place, you’ll send yourself mad. If you go into the details about what went on…’’ He shrugs, trailing off.
Elin picks up her water bottle. His words echo in her mind: it gets inside your head.
It already has, she thinks, picturing the brochure, the photographs online.
Le Sommet.
They’re only few miles away.