KEIRA'S POV

I poked a fork into the plate of spaghetti and meatballs that sat in front of me. I was not exactly hungry, but it was time for dinner, and I had to eat something at least. I took out the frozen spaghetti from the refrigerator and placed it in the microwave.

Now that the meal was sitting in front of me, I had no drive to shove it into my mouth. I let out a sigh and twirled the spaghetti around as my eyes wandered my kitchen until they stopped at the owl-shaped wall clock. From ...