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It was three in the morning and Anika was wide awake. She was in the room with Gregory while the security were stationed outside. Her husband still hadn't woken up from his surgery.
Olivia had sent her flasks of her chamomile tea and some hot chocolate so now she sat on the couch next to the window, nursing a cup of the delicious chocolate as she stared out at the streets, watching the very few vehicles that drove across in the early morning.
She couldn't bring herself to sleep and nor did she want to, at least not until her husband was awake.
It was not the first time that Gregory was shot and Anika knew that though she wished it weren't so, it definitely wouldn't be the last of these accidents. It was an occupational hazard. All she could hope was
