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Tessa I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm, wondering if I was seeing things, but no, I wasn't. Mr. Grumpy stood right there, staring at me with a strange glare, his hand supporting his waist. "What are you doing here?" The question fell from my lips before I realized I wasn't in my own house. "I should be asking you those questions. What are you doing in my house?" His voice was sharp, like he would punch me in the face. "Your house," I swallowed hard, feeling the emptiness down my throat, and he took a step closer to me. "You heard me right. What are you doing in my house?" His eyes pierced into my soul. I tried standing up, but my legs were weak, and I couldn't even lift my body up. "You seem like a bold person in the hospital, but now?" He knelt closer to me. His hand reache