Chapter 11

• Her eyes stung after long hours of staring at her laptop screen. Too tired. In baggy pajamas, she slumped face-down at the edge of the bed, not even crawling to the pillow. Her eyelids fluttered shut instantly.
• These walls were thin. When everything went quiet, she would hear passing conversations and sometimes footsteps from the corridor. Her consciousness was drifting away before faint sounds wrestled into her sleep-addled brain.
• There was somebody outside her door. Somebody was walking about, which itself would be typical.