The lift doors slid open with a soft chime, and Darcy stepped out like someone walking on the deck of a ship in a storm.The floor seemed to tilt beneath her heels. She pressed one hand against the wall and dragged herself forward, one slow step at a time. Her head was spinning, her stomach rolled with every movement, and there was only one thought in her mind, small and desperate and simple.Just get to the room, get inside, throw up, and lie down.Melvin had given her the room number, and she held on to it the way a drowning person holds on to a rope. She whispered it under her breath to keep it from slipping away: room 1409, 1409, 1409.The corridor was long and dimly lit, the carpet muffling her footsteps until the whole hallway felt unreal, like a dream she couldn't wake up from. The lights blurred into long golden streaks; she blinked hard, but the streaks only swam in circles.And then, through the haze, she noticed them.A few men were leaning against the wall further down the
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