driver had dropped Keeley back at he

door open, her phone buzzed.

ssistant was to send a photo checking in at a s

as a link to a highly pr

n, Keeley felt a suffocating sense of surve

shoved the phone into her coat pocke

ca and her friends were still ma

e dug out her noise-canceling headphones,

30 AM, Keeley's alarm

eyes and reached for the

ing on the screen. She only had thir

rs, the rebellion and resistance in

ening face from the hospit

right then that she would never ag

ssively across the screen,

she flipped the physical switch on

e foot of her bed like it

blanket over her head, closed

n his rules. Sleeping in was h

nd the headphones blocked out the world,

light streaming through the gap in

, crawled to the end of the b

ower button, the lock screen

o calls from HK, and over a dozen text mess

AM. It contained only two short,

ock at the top of the s

-in; she had slept through her f

otprint, a cold smile touched Keeley's

et, got out of bed, and walked

grabbed her backpack, and headed out for her