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the middle of Antarctica.
    “I have got to go home.” I whisper to myself as I
step into the elevator and press the button for the first floor. It’s only a
few minutes, but it feels like a lifetime before the elevator stops. The door
opens, and I step out into the dark nightclub scene.
    When they’re empty, and not a single soul is around,
nightclubs are creepy. I find myself involuntarily swallowing when I see the
blood by the bar stool and immediately start looking elsewhere. When the front
door swings open I immediately point the gun at the silhouette in the doorway,
and the man’s hands fly up into the air.
    “I-I’m Dr. Wilson, you m-must be Miss Ingles?” It comes out
like a question and I feel sorry for pointing the gun at him. As soon as it’s
lowered he closes the door.
    “I’m sorry, Dr. Wilson, but I’m sure you can understand why
I’m so jumpy.” He looks around the wrecked establishment and nods his head
once. Once the light from the outside is gone from behind him, I can make out
that he’s a man in his late thirties to early forties with hair beginning to
gray already. He has a bag in one hand that looks very official.
    When he gets closer to me, I start tiptoeing my way back to
the elevator and try to remember the passcode that Alexander gave me for his
office. The doctor and I both get onto the elevator, and he glances down at the
gun in my hand nervously. My hand is shaking like a leaf, and I just want to
put it down on the ground. The icy tang of adrenaline is still in my mouth from
having to point it at an actual human being.
    “Next time you need to turn the safety off, darling.” Dr.
Wilson holds out his free hand politely, and I hand the gun over to him with
curiosity. I’ve heard of a safety, but I didn’t even think of it while I was
heading downstairs. He pulls a little lever, and it releases. Then he shows me
how to put it back.
    “Thank you. Although, I hope I never have to do that again.”
I try for a wobbly grin, and in return I get a smile.
    “Can you tell me what happened here?” It doesn’t sound like
professional curiosity, but the usual human nature kind. I keep my lips tight
as I shake my head and watch each floor light up as we’re moving past them.
    “It’s not that I don’t want to. I wasn’t there, and he’s not
talking much.” Dr. Wilson gives me a pitying look, and I realize that he must
think that I’m Alexander’s girlfriend or wife. I feel a flip in my stomach when
I realize that I can’t correct him because I am the man’s wife. That’s only
until he signs the document upstairs.
    The elevator door finally dings, and we exit into the office
flat. I immediately grab my shoes off the floor and understand what this all
must look like. With embarrassment flooding my cheeks and threatening to turn
my ears a bright shade of fuchsia, I lead the doctor back to Alexander in the
bedroom. He’s right where I left him, but the bruising looks a little worse. I
assume it’s only going to look worse tomorrow.
    “Mr. Pope?” Dr. Wilson seems shocked and turns to look at me
as if he needs confirmation. I nod once and motion towards Alexander with an
expectant look on my face. The middle-aged man begins to pull all manner of
instruments from his bag and props himself on the bed as he listens to
Alexander’s pulse and examines his injuries.
    “Wilson?” Alexander asks with a raspy voice. I realize that
the two must know each other, and quietly step out of the room. The pistol is
sitting on the desk, so I pick it up and make sure that the safety is cocked. I
squeal as I almost drop the gun and hurriedly put it back in its place. Sitting
down in the same chair I sat in a few hours before, I stare at the paperwork on
the glass desktop.
    The ring is currently in my purse, and I have every
intention of returning it. I have no idea if it’s some type of family heirloom
or if it came out of a pawn shop. A few months before I met Oliver, I had the
ring appraised,