When I woke up, pain shot through me, and I groaned, forcing my eyes open. My whole body burned, and my hands ached like they’d been crushed. Blinking through the pain, I glanced around the room. It was the storage closet where the cleaning supplies were kept, everything still neat and orderly like when Zachary, Chloe, and I had last checked. My gut had been right. Jane was behind it all. Her face was the last thing I saw before I blacked out.
“You’re finally awake,” her voice cut through the silence as she stepped out from behind a metal shelf.
I tried to move, but my hands were tied. Every shift sent waves of pain through my body, and my face throbbed like I’d been punched over and over again.
“It was really you,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You’re the one behind the attacks. The messag
