Novel:
Man moves into the motel room next to the one his wife was murdered. His wife was cheating on him with the person who killed her. Killer was caught, but man becomes obsessed with his wife’s final moments, particularly the room in which she died. He’s never been inside the room, but is frightened of it. He learns he can eavesdrop on the room and begins to listen on the people who come to stay there. He listens to the one-night stands, the families on vacations, etc. He lies in on the carpet and tries to imagine what his wife thought, bleeding to death, staring at the pocked styrofoam tiles of the ceiling. He becomes comfy in the room, taking his meals there, listening to his ever-changing neighbors as if they were a semi-regular television show. But then… one night, a new neighbor arrives and her sobbing carries over through the air-vent. Then things get interesting.
