Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen

• Cynthia sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the floor. The room was dark because the curtains were closed tightly, letting in very little sunlight. It had been days—long, hard days—since everything went wrong. Since the file went missing. Since Ken, who had just started to trust her, decided he never wanted to see her again.
• She hadn't left her room for weeks. The maid had stopped coming. She heard knocking on her door many times, but she didn't answer. She wanted to be left alone.
• Cynthia knew she had been set up, but she couldn't understand how it happened so fast or why things had gotten so bad. A sharp pain shot through her head again. She pressed her hands against her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut to deal with the pain. Then, she looked at the nearly empty bottle of pills on her dresser. She had woken up feeling confused, just like always, and was too weak to get up—she had only managed to sit.