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Stupid.

Stupid. Dumb. London.

I repeated those words to myself as I walked down the dark hallway and headed toward the room located all the way to the end. From what I remembered, that white double door was introduced to me as the door led to the master bedroom of the west wing.

I could not sleep.

No matter how long I had laid there in my perfectly comfortable bed and waited for sleep to take over me, it did not. I shifted and rolled around for hours and hours. Each time I closed my eyes, the only thing I saw was her.

Her face. Her yelling. Her blood.

She came running toward me even in my sleep and I had to keep my eyes open. I coul