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I wake up on the sofa feeling like a truck ran over me. My neck aches from the awkward position in which I slept, and my mouth tastes bitter and dry as I sit up, groggy and exhausted, as if I haven’t slept at all.
Just then, I realize the surroundings are unfamiliar. I’m not in my suite. I glance around, my heart racing as I try to piece together the puzzle of this unfamiliar room while panic starts to set in.
“Where am I?” I whisper, looking around and it takes a moment for me to realize I’m in my mother’s hotel room. But how? Why? The memories of the previous evening come flooding back—how Chase’s revelation of being a Berrigan hit me like a sucker punch to the gut—a brutal, unexpected revelation that shattered the fragile balance of my world.
I remember the sh
