Ezekiel
Nyla panicked instantly, eyes wide as she looked around the room like a cornered animal. “I need to hide quickly. Wh… where do I hide?!” she whispered frantically, ready to dive under the bed or into the wardrobe.
I grabbed her arm gently but firmly, pulling her toward the side of the room. “Shh, calm down. I’ll take care of it. It’s probably my mom.”
I guided her to stand beside the door, out of sight, then cracked the door open just enough to peek out.
“Hey, Mom,” I said casually, trying to sound normal.
I held my breath as she replied.
“I brought you some chips,” she said warmly. “It tastes great. Figured you might be hungry after everything.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I replied, taking the bag from her. “You’re the best.”
The door clicked shut a moment later. I let out a huge sigh
