Karen
I threw off the covers and stood up.
"I can't do this," I said.
"Do what?" Brian asked.
I threw my hands up; "this! Everything! They know......something. Too much."
"Karen, they're just trying....." Pamela said.
"No."
I walked down the hall and into the bathroom where I closed and locked the door. I sat down against it and pulled my film canister out of my pocket. I popped the top and let the canister and its top roll around on the white tile floor untill a thin silver rectangle fell out. I picked the rectangle up and put it to my wrist.