# Kaira's POV

The atmosphere was suffocating, like someone had punched the air out of my chest as I stared at Uncle.

My hands trembled at my sides like leaves in a storm. My legs were weak, ready to give in at any moment.

How was he home this early? That’s impossible. Uncle never returns at this time...

The questions crashed through my mind like waves, but no answers came. My legs gave way slightly. The house suddenly felt like a prison with walls closing in on me.

And then it happened ...