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She lifted
cushions. She undid the bed, searching the sheets and pillows. She
lifted the mattress from the boxspring, finding nothing flattened
in between.
    Finally, she found herself in the bathroom. She
immediately searched the cabinet underneath the sink. Yet, she
found nothing but a few rolls of tissue and some other
toiletries.
    “Damn! It has to be here,” she cried, feeling
increasingly irritated as the heat from her body rose a few degrees
in fruitless search.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, Chelsea. Just getting frustrated,” Brenna said
with a sigh, looking towards the entrance where her friend was
perched. “Just focus on keeping a look out.”
    Brenna walked out of the bathroom and found her eyes
drifting across everything in the room. Yet, everything her eyes
were laid upon had already been searched. Agitated and ready to
give up, Brenna’s eyes had stopped scanning the room and rested on
an air vent, located on the floor by the nightstand.
    She flung herself to her knees and tried to pry open
the vent. To her surprise, it popped open quite nicely as if it had
never been screwed in place. Looking into the hole in the floor,
Brenna saw something in the bottom. Sticking her arm into the duct,
she brushed it with her fingertips, realizing it was exactly what
she was looking for. Grasping hold of the file, she pulled it out
of the hole.
    Making herself comfortable, she sat on the floor
Indian style and opened the file. Not knowing what she would find,
she flipped through its contents quickly, feeling the need to
answer the questions in her head.
    As she scanned the contents of the file, she realized
what Hallie had been up to the past year. Feeling her heartbeat
quicken, Brenna had found pictures of herself, taken without her
knowledge, throughout the year. She found a homemade map of Camp
Summerwind with the location of each camp counselor on the night of
her sister’s accident marked in red ink. However, the locations of
two camp counselors were missing: Chelsea’s and hers!
    Searching deeper, Brenna found a correspondence from
the camp. Hallie had asked them for information regarding Chelsea.
She wanted to know how long Chelsea had been a counselor? What
group was she in charge of? Had she had contact with Morgan?
    The camp’s response was swift.
    Brenna read the letter aloud. “As we are unable to
disclose specific information with regard to our counselors, and
such information is restricted for the privacy of our institution
and of the individuals who work here, the full disclosure of the
information you seek has been denied. However, it is not a
violation of our policies to inform you that no such person exists
within our institution or has ever existed.”
    As the letter shook within her grasp, Brenna read the
letter again, but there was no mistake. Chelsea had never worked
for Camp Summerwind. Brenna wondered if it had been a mistake.
Chelsea had to have worked there... After all, she met her at the
camp, and they had talked about managing camp groups.
    Brenna wanted to call out to Chelsea, but she had no
words. What did she know about Chelsea? She wracked her brain for
answers... Chelsea had just appeared into her life. One day she was
just there as if she had always been. The friendship was instant.
They just understood one another. They liked the same things. How
could she not be who she knew her to be?
    “What are you doing?” Hallie walked into the room,
finding her things thrown all over the suite. “What did you
do?”
    Brenna looked up in shock, wondering why Chelsea
hadn’t warned her that Hallie was coming. “What have you done?” she
questioned, holding up the file for Hallie to see. “You’ve been
following me!”
    “I needed to know,” Hallie shouted at her.
    “Know what?”
    “I needed to know if you were involved,” Hallie told
her, glaring.
    “Morgan is dead, Hallie. No one is to blame. It was
an accident.”
    “No, it wasn’t,” she told her through gritted