Teresa's POV.
The first thing I registered was a sharp, insistent knocking. It drilled into my skull, which was already throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. My mouth felt like it was full of cotton. I blinked, the hotel room coming into blurry focus. Sunlight streamed too brightly through the windows. The room smelled faintly of stale champagne
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