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Leana watches as they disapear behind a door. Not sure what to do. She sort of wants to disappear. Go out into the apparent night, and start walking back home. But without any directions… it seemed unlikely she’d get there.

And Alessio had said he knew her father. Had acted like Dad was nearby.

She leaned against the wall, across from the guys’ door, giving side glances to the other doors lining the hall. Then she dropped the bag and slid down to sit on the thick carpet, skirted knees close to her chest. She rested her hands on it, just so she could feel it. It’s a tapestry fit for a king… or at least what she imagined a king might have. But these people just… walked on it. She walked on it.

Leana truly had no idea what to do. Alessio had said that other fellow, who gave her the bag, was getting her and the other woman a room. Curiosity pricked inside her, but all she wanted to do was curl up and cry. But that didn’t seem acceptable here. Either the crying… or the curling up in a hallway of kings.

She pulled in a long slow breath, thinking. Staring at the carpet, and yet… at nothing. Memories play like moving pictures in front of her eyes.

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