MIRA

I arrive home, but it’s near evening. I open the door and head to the kitchen, but the food I keep for Nora lies on the table untouched. What could be the problem?

“Nora? Nora!” I call out in a sing-song, but there’s no response. I think maybe she disobeys my request and goes to school anyway, but she would’ve carried the food if that were the case. I open the door to her room, and my heart jumps at the sight of her lying in a pool of blood. I rush to her side immediately, ...