Teresa's POV
The blood drained from my face. My hands started to shake. This wasn't Evelyn's frantic, emotional style. This was cold, pointed, and far more frightening. I didn't reply. I turned on my heel and started back toward the hotel, my pace fast, almost a jog.
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Mark wasn't in the room when I returned. The emptiness was a relief and a
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