ONE WEEK LATER

Ashley sat on the lone chair in the grim, dimly lit interrogation room. Her elbows propped on the wooden table, her head bent and buried in the despairing thoughts.

She was a primary suspect of a crime. A criminal. Restricted in this gloomy room for murder.

How did she reach here?

Her life was good until this weekend. The weekend of her last supper. The meal that sent her into captivity.

It has been hours since she's been sitting here. Hours left with nothing but her thoughts. Thoughts that lead her nowhere. Thoughts that fill her with pain and regret.

She had everything planned, mapped out to...