Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

• By 6 a.m., Cynthia was already awake, getting ready for her secret job hunt.
• No one was supposed to know where she was going, so she had to leave as early—and as quietly—as possible.
• Her breakfast was already on the table, but this time, she barely looked at it. Instead, she went straight to her closet and pulled out a faded brown cotton dress that was loose at the waist and had frayed sleeves. It hung awkwardly on her like it hadn't been ironed in months. She put on an old gray sweater with loose threads and a stretched neckline. To complete her look, she wore a messy black-blonde wig that looked like it came from a thrift store and wrapped a dull scarf tightly around her head.