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Rosa fumed in anger as she paced about her room, discarding things that came up in her way.

Her feet stormed the floor and her hands rested on her hips. She halted briefly, cursing an invisible person before resuming pacing the room.

Her head was on fire.

She couldn't sleep all night, images of Ivy kept haunting her, filling her with raw fear.

Since Ivy had died, she rarely dreamt about her, but it wasn't enough to drive her amok.

Tonight was ...