Mrs Müller?

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I got in the restroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes looked all sleepy and sad. My hair was mess, all tangled. My dress was covered in Tom's blood.

I turned the tap on and I allowed the cold water to cover my palms completely. I threw a bit of water to my face too, so I can wash my dried out tears and Tom's blood.

I stayed there for a little while just staring at this tired version of me. When I managed to get my mind together I turned the tap off and exited the restroom.

I was walking down the aisle looking at  people crying, laughing or being anxious. Then a doctor stopped me.

"Mrs Müller?" He said.

I was so tired of hearing this name but every time someone called me like that I felt weird. Kind of happy?

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