I look at my husband for a long minute before responding. (I watch WAY TOO MANY serial killer documentaries…) I turn to him and ask if he has room for all our luggage, and he says that he has a pick up truck with a topper on the back. Looking at my husband again, he gives me a “you decide look”. Taking a deep breathe, I agreed and thanked him. We followed this man through the hall and up the elevator to the fifth floor. The whole time I’m wondering if I just doomed myself and my family.