_Mira's POV_
The day dragged on in a blur. After my family left, I stretched out on the couch with a book, hoping it would distract me from the lingering tension in my chest. The house was quiet—almost too quiet—but it was a welcome change. I felt drained, both emotionally and physically. Before I realized it, my eyelids grew heavy, and I slipped into a deep sleep.
I woke up to the sound of my mother’s voice.
“Oh my God, Mira,” she said, shaking my shoulder gently. “You slept the whole day. And you didn’t eat anything either.”
I blinked, rubbing my eyes. The room was dim now, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the windows. My body felt sluggish, like I hadn’t moved in hours.
“I’m fine, Mom,” I mumbled. “I wasn’t hungry.”
Her brows knitted together, concern etched on h
