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Yelena stepped into her and Kate’s apartment warily.
The front door was half open when she arrived, and she now saw the state of the room within.
The table was flipped over, and the couch was ripped and bloody.
She cautiously took a step further into the apartment and gasped when she saw the prone figure lying behind the couch.
She ran forward and cradled Kate’s limp form in her grasp, feeling desperately for a pulse, a heartbeat, anything to indicate that her lover was still alive.
But there was nothing. She bowed her head and silently cried for her.