Vanya's POV Impatient for the doors to open fully, I rushed out, and began banging on her door. "Tara! Tara open the door." No response. What was her passcode? I tried her birthday, wrong. Mike's/Mark's birthday, wrong. I hit the door again, yelling her name. "Tara please. Tell me you're alive. Say something. At least." I kicked the door with all the strength I had, it only left a dent and a zap of pain up my spine. "Please..." I pleaded. This time, a whisper. I tried my birthday, wrong. What could she have used as her passcode if it wasn't someone's birthday she loved? I paced about, fear rising to my throat, almost suffocating me. Marigold. For some reason, it came to me. I keyed it in, correct. Running like a crazy woman, I got into her apartment, screaming her name. She wasn't in the sitting room but a trail of blood was there. I covered my mouth, my head spinning with the possibilities of what could have happened to her. Following the trail and shaky footprints tha
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