Part 1

The kitchen lights flickered as Tara crept downstairs, her heart pounding in her chest. She could still hear the muffled sounds of her family settling into bed upstairs, the faint creaks of floorboards and hushed whispers echoing through the empty halls. She knew it was wrong, forbidden even, but the craving had grown too strong to ignore. She needed to satisfy this secret desire that had been building inside her for months.

She opened the refrigerator door, the cool air rushing out ...