SLOANE I fumble with my purse, my fingers trembling as I dig out the keycard. It takes me three tries to swipe it properly because the damn thing keeps beeping red like it's mocking me.“Come on, come on…” I hiss.Finally, the light turns green, and I shove the door open.A wall of smoke hits me so hard, I stumble back, coughing violently as my eyes immediately begin to burn.Tears roll down my face faster than I can blink them away, and a thick, acrid stench fills my nostrils.“Ian?” I call.Nothing. Just the relentless blare of the alarm and the suffocating swirl of smoke.“Ian!”I cover my mouth with my hand and push through, blinking rapidly. Talk about a wardrobe malfunction. I should have worn a long sleeved shirt.The whole suite is dark and hazy. I make it past a knocked-over chair, a shattered glass on the floor, when I stumble and fall.What the-Lying on the floor by the bed, with a pale face and a dark stain blooming across the front of his shirt, is my husband.“No,” I
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