Too startled to speak. Too startled to digest. I locked myself in the room. Refusing to open it even for the servants that knocked bringing forth hot water and supper. Terrence knocked an hour after. I shooed him away as I yelled back that I was fine. For he was proving to be a prick and swearing to bring down the door. He didn't listen and I had to open the door for him to see I was alive and well. I held the tears. I only managed to coax him off my case when I took in the tray and water. I slammed the door listening to the shuffling of feet behind me. I slid down the door. Sitting there motionless except for the tears that rolled down.
"Two murders. "