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Inch by inch.
Leaving a trail of blood behind me.
The break room.
My phone is in the break room.
So far away.
Too far.
I'm not going to make it.
The edges of my vision are going dark.
The pain is fading, which means shock is setting in.
Which means I'm running out of time.
"Help." My voice is barely a whisper. "Someone—help?—"
No one can hear me.
The spa is empty.
I'm alone.
I'm going to die here.
On the floor of my sanctuary.
My safe space.
Alone.
Gunnar.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I should've told you I loved you more.
Should've appreciated every moment.
Should've—
The front door chimes.
Footsteps.
Fast.
Urgent.
"Ingrid?"
Dad's voice.
