The Wrong Key
Language: en
The night I covered my best friend's shift at the hotel front desk... A homeless man reeking of alcohol came to book a room. My best friend had repeatedly instructed me to give him the room in the furthest corner. Thinking he might cause a drunken scene, I followed her request and handed him the key. But the next day, I was trending online, cyberbullied by thousands calling for my blood. Only then did I learn that the room was already occupied by a young girl, and the homeless man, given the wrong room number, had raped her that night. Unable to bear the humiliation, the girl jumped…