Chapter Two
The door to Brea’s cell opened. For the last twenty-four hours, the only person she’d seen was her therapist, Doctor Cochran—and his sedatives. He claimed that seeing her parents or anyone else right now would only upset her further.
“Sedation is my friend,” or so he said. The doctor just didn’t know how good Brea was at tricking him and the nurses into believing she’d swallowed the pills. She had a growing collection of them under her bed, just waiting for the moment when someone finally told her she had actually killed Myles. Her best friend. The promise of those pills were her only comfort now.
”Brea Robinson?” An officer she didn’t recognize stepped into her pristinely white cell. “You’re being transferred.”
“Transferred? Where?” Brea sat up on her cot.
”Dunno.” The of
