_Mira's POV_
The next morning, I woke up feeling drained but determined. The events of the past few days had left me with more questions than answers, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the truth was close, just out of reach. I got dressed quickly and headed downstairs.
My mother was in the kitchen, bustling around as she always did. When she saw me, she smiled, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said gently. “How are you feeling today?”
“I’m fine,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. I didn’t want her to see how shaken I was.
“Good. What would you like for breakfast?” she asked, her voice light as she opened the refrigerator.
“Whatever is there,” I said, shrugging. Food was the last thing on my mind, but I knew I needed
