Naomi's POV

The days were more calm now.

No alarm.

No secret messages were left under our door.

No hints of trouble lurking around the corner.

Nothing but sunlight spilling through open windows, the smell of pancakes from the kitchen, and the laughter of Miranda echoing through the corridors.

It was, for the first time in a long while, normal.

And somehow it was even scarier than all we had suffered.

..........

I was barefooted, standing amidst the dewy lawn of the garden, as ...