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The MistakeBlitz got this stunned look on his face. “Are you certain?” She nodded. “But ...” Blitz seemed at a loss for words. His reaction amused me. “I think you’re supposed to kiss your wife right now.” This seemed to shake him: he took Mary in his arms, eyes red. “Congratulations.” I rested my hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you go to bed? It’s getting late.” They left for their rooms; I got a damp cloth and cleaned the blood from the hallway floor. At the time, I didn’t understand why I put everyone in such danger. Why I defied Roy, Tony, everyone. I felt almost as out of control as I did when I used to drink all the time. But I kept thinking: Why couldn’t they leave me alone? Why come here, beat Blitz of all people, who’d just tried to help me? It seemed so unfair. While I