Chapter 363

A Few Hours Before the Incident.

Soft clattering from the kitchen tools echoed faintly as Naomi opened the nearly empty refrigerator. “There’s nothing to make for breakfast,” she murmured, still half-asleep. She glanced at Mia’s bedroom door, which remained firmly shut.

“I guess Mia won’t complain if I make sandwiches this morning,” she whispered hopefully, praying the teenage girl wouldn’t protes