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Cynthia Dion: Because she had rushed to see her doctor the other day, I chose to visit her in her room. I wanted to check on her well-being since she had been the only person who'd shown me kindness. I knocked on her door a few times as I neared it, but there was no answer. I won't lie; I was really shaken up by how things went on the last day. That text message was awful. If she had believed it, she must be feeling pretty upset with me now. She used to be an early riser, always up and about, but today, she was nowhere in sight, and I started to worry about her. As I turned to leave, I unexpectedly bumped into someone I'd rather not have encountered. I didn't divert my gaze; instead, I took a step back. He had this strange power over me, making it impossible for me to look away or bli