Nora's POV

“Do you want more?” Cara asked as she raised a dish of rice up, staring at me.

I shook my head in the negative, praying that I would be able to clear the rice she scooped on my plate ten minutes ago. Among the five of us seated at the table, I was the one eating the least but was also likely to be the last one to finish her meal.

I glanced subtly at the huge clock adorning the wall of the dining room, wondering why it was taking too long for it to move.

Couldn't it be a new ...