Genevieve's POV

　　The mansion is still as quiet as a graveyard and as empty as a ghost town.

　　We barely see each other these days. When we do, we don't talk much, and if we do talk, it isn't as lively and carefree as it was before.

　　Something has changed.

　　We were quietly having breakfast at the dining table. Everyone was present at the table except Mom, Noah, and Lorenzo.

　　Mom had taken Noah to school.

　　And as for ...