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As if it weren't bad enough that she has to enter what is still her house by night -- and it's late, it's very late --
There's a bloodstain.
On the floor.
On her hardwood floor.
Whose is it? Not Nathan's. It can't be. That's not logical.
Angela Petrelli's mouth tightens, and her arms fold, and she does not slam the door to the office behind her when she enters.
There's a bloodstain.
On the floor.
On her hardwood floor.
Whose is it? Not Nathan's. It can't be. That's not logical.
Angela Petrelli's mouth tightens, and her arms fold, and she does not slam the door to the office behind her when she enters.