"Jessica? Are you up?" It's Mr Kensington. He knocks a couple times on the door.
"Um, I'm still in bed." I squint at the bright light pouring through the window.
"Get dressed and come see me downstairs."
As I hear him walk away, I glance at the clock. It's 10 in the morning. I don't even remember falling asleep. After I'm dressed, I head downstairs and find Mr Kensington in his office. There's a flat screen TV mounted on the wall across from his desk. It's turned on but the sound is muted.
"Good morning, Jessica. Have a seat."
I keep my eyes on the TV as I read the words scrolling at the bottom of the screen. 'BREAKING NEWS: Royce Sinclair found dead in his estate in Roanoke, Virginia. Police ruling it an apparent suicide.'
"Jessica." Mr Kensington tries to get my attention. "Take a
