A hotel maid finds a body in Room 553. Max tells the police what happened there. Laurel left behind a journal that says otherwise.
Max and Laurel had rules.
Very few of them.
Common sense wasn't one.
Room 553 of the Belmond Hotel was where they left their real lives at the door-the spouses, the obligations, the people they were supposed to be.
Until someone ends up dead.
Now Max is telling the police about the affair.
Laurel is telling her side too.
The difference is, Laurel isn't there to answer questions.
She left behind a journal.
And according to Laurel, some of Max's memories could use work.
Page by page, the private version of their relationship begins competing with the one Max is giving investigators: what they wanted, what they promised, what they did, and who crossed the line first.
Max knows an affair looks bad.
He knows lying about one looks worse.
What he doesn't know is how much Laurel wrote down-or what she intended someone to do with it.
There is Max's story.
There is Laurel's.
And somewhere between them is the reason a hotel maid opened the door to Room 553 and found a body.
Everybody remembers an affair differently. It becomes a problem when one version is evidence and the other may be a confession.
Room 553 is a dark psychological mystery about obsession, marriage, unreliable accounts, and the dangerous gap between what happened and what someone wrote down.