TRISHA WOKE UP AT ONE-thirty, groggy from deep sleep. She looked in the mirror and found her eyes red-rimmed and puffy. Her skin felt tight and stretched.
“I look like s**t ran over twice.” She turned on the cold water, splashed some on her face, then went to the kitchen for coffee.
After she showered and refreshed her makeup, she gave herself a last once-over, grimaced at her splotchy cheeks and puffy eyelids, and left for work.
The sky, overcast and ominous, threatened rain. Trisha sighed as she pulled into the parking lot. She got out and went to the front door and scanned her key card. The front door swung open. She stepped inside and paused. The hallway was dark.
The lights were on a motion sensor system. When people moved through the halls, they stayed on. Once movement ceased, l
