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foreign to her. She hated it. Uneasiness settled over her, along with another emotion she couldn’t readily identify. But whatever it was didn’t feel good. It felt lonely.
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    A head splitting, ear ringing alarm tore through Tessa’s sleep and jolted her into the morning. She pulled her pillow over her head and rolled over, an action that caused her to freeze. The bed was too soft. She sat up and punched her pillow. It was too fluffy. She tossed the pillow across the semi darkened room. Where the hell was she?
    She reached out and felt what was likely a nightstand. Her hands groped the tabletop until she found a lamp. She switched it on. A small clock that made the sound of an artillery tank showed it was six o’clock. In the morning. Unreal.Tessa grabbed the clock and fumbled with it until it was quiet. She threw it in the same direction she’d thrown the pillow.
    And then she looked down at her fingers. Terror tore at her heart. She shook them as if to fling them away. They couldn’t be her hands. They weren’t her hands. They were too puffy. Too fat.
    “Shit.” Her legs tangled in her bed linens, Tessa worked to extricate herself from the white cotton sheets that threatened to mummify her. That did it. From now on she’d sleep on satin sheets or she’d sleep standing up.
    Once free, she scrambled to the door and flicked on the overhead lights. A small fourteen inch square mirror hung over the dresser. Biting her lip, Tessa stood in front of it and gaped at the woman who stared back at her. The long auburn hair was the same, silky as always. She recognized the delicate arch of her eyebrows and her angry black eyes. Yes, she was definitely herself, but a puffy version.
    She pinched her cheek. The pain that shot through her face assured her this nightmare was no nightmare.
    What had happened to her overnight? She was swollen obviously, but how? She hadn’t eaten anything high in sodium. She’d hardly eaten anything at all.
    She sat down on the edge of her bed and surveyed the room. It wasn’t exactly luxurious, not with the prison issue bed sheets, but it wasn’t a cell either. An overstuffed arm chair with a tall floor lamp next to it filled the corner. There was an armoire, a writing desk and a door that led to a small bathroom.
    Her dress from yesterday was nowhere in sight.
    A knock at the door made her jump. Not caring that she was still wearing a frumpy granny gown, she lunged for the door handle.
    “Good morning, Tessa. I’m Tiffani, your floor leader.” A statuesque blond woman in her early twenties smiled at her. “I see you’ve overslept a tiny bit. Forgivable the first day but you’ll need to adhere to our schedule from now on.”
    She pushed past Tessa and opened the armoire. She took out a black velour track suit and handed it to Tessa. “Your t-shirts are folded in the drawer. If you don’t hurry and get dressed you’ll miss breakfast.”
    God forbid. Tessa’s stomach loudly echoed the sentiment.
    “Where is breakfast?” Tessa asked. First things first. She could ask where she was later. She had a sneaking feeling the information would be better received on a full stomach.
    “Out your door, left down the hallway and four flights down.”
    Four flights? “Where’s the elevator?”
    Tiffani grinned. “Good for you, Tessa. I’m glad you brought along your sense of humor.” She crossed to the door and pulled it almost closed behind her but then turned back. “Hurry if you want breakfast. Coach Kennedy will be expecting you out front in precisely thirty minutes.”
    “Kennedy?” She knew it. She knew Liam was up to his neck in whatever had happened to her.
    “Oh, that’s right. You haven’t met him yet. I forgot you got in late last night.” Tiffani hugged her clipboard to her ample chest. “He’s a dreamboat. And, lucky for you, he’s going to be your personal trainer. I’m sure he’ll have you whipped into shape in no time.”
     
     
     

 
     
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