Chapter 38
Mira’s POV
The day dragged on in a blur. After my family left, I stretched out on the couch with a book, hoping it would distract me from the lingering tension in my chest. The house was quiet–almost too quiet–theft was a welcome change. I felt drained, both emotionally and physically. Before I realized it, my eyelids grew beary
and I slipped into a deep sleep.
I woke up to the sound of my mother’s voice.
“Oh my God, Mira,” she said, shaking my shoulder gently. “You slept the whole day. And you didn’t eat anything either.”
I blinked, rubbing my eyes. The room was dim now, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the
windows. My body felt sluggish, like I hadn’t moved in hours.
“I’m fine, Mom,” I mumbled. “I wasn’t hungry.”
Her brows knitted together, concern etched on her face. “It’s late. Let me heat some food for you. You need to eat something.”
I sighed but nodded, knowing she wouldn’t let it go. “Okay.”
As she moved to the kitchen, she talked about her day. “Killian’s parents already took care of all the arrangements. Everything’s going smoothly. No issues at all.”
“That’s good,” I replied softly, not really interested.
A few minutes later, she placed a warm plate of food in front of me. My father had come home by then, and we all sat together at the dining table.
The atmosphere was light, filled with casual chatter. Sophia, of course, dominated the conversation, gusting about the wedding plans. I tuned most of it out, pushing the food around my plate. I wasn’t hungry, but I ate a little to avoid any more questions.
After dinner, I excused myself and went up to my room. I needed space–time to think, to breathe. I flipped on the TV and browsed through the channels, but nothing caught my interest. The shows blurred together, and I
felt restless.
A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Sophia?” I said, surprised when she stepped inside. She held a glass of milk in her hand.
“Mom told me to bring this to you,” she said, her tone clipped. “She said it would help you sleep.”
I frowned, confused. Sophia hated me. Why would my mother force her to bring me anything? But I took the glass, not wanting to cause a scene. “Thanks.”
Sophia didn’t respond. She handed me the glass and left without another word. I took a sip. It was sweeter than usual, but I didn’t care. I finished it quickly and set the empty glass on my nightstand.
The heaviness in my body returned soon after. My limbs felt weighed down, my eyelids drooping. I turned off the TV and crawled under the covers, giving in to the drowsiness.
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The dream started innocently enough. I was in my room, lying in bed. But everything was dark–too dark. A chill crept up my spine as I realized something felt off. The shadows seemed to shift, growing thicker, more oppressive. And then I saw it–a figure standing near the foot of my bed.
I couldn’t move. My body was frozen in place, every muscle locked. Panic surged through me. Who was this?
What did they want?
The figure moved closer, their outline blurry but menacing. My heart pounded in my chest as they reached out, a cold hand brushing against my neck. I wanted to scream, to thrash, but I couldn’t. I was trapped. I felt
helpless.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp tug. The silver chain around my neck snapped, and the familiar weight of my amulet
was gone. No! That amulet was my protection. Why would someone take it?
The figure didn’t linger. They disappeared into the shadows, leaving me gasping for air. But I couldn’t wake
- up. The nightmare held me captive, its grip was unyielding.
“Mira! Wake up!” My mother’s voice jolted me from the dream. I sat up, drenched in sweat, my heart racing.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting soft rays across my room.
“I’m coming,” I called back, trying to steady my breathing. The dream still clung to me, its darkness lingering
at the edges of my mind. I reached for my neck instinctively, searching for the comfort of the silver chain.
It wasn’t there.
I started to panic. I scrambled out of bed, rushing to the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, but my neck
was bare. The amulet–it was gone.
So it wasn’t just a dream.
Someone had been in my room. Someone had taken my amulet. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
Who would do that? And why? My hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the dresser, trying to make sense
of it all.
“Mira, breakfast is ready,” my mother called again, her voice cheerful.
I forced myself to calm down. Panicking wouldn’t help. I needed to think, to figure out what had happened. Taking a deep breath, I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs.
The smell of pancakes greeted me, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were consumed by the missing amulet.
My mother was bustling around the kitchen, humming to herself.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling when she saw me. “Did you sleep well?”
I hesitated. Should I tell her about the dream? About the missing amulet? But something held me back. I
didn’t want to worry her. Not yet.
“Yeah,” I lied. “I slept fine.”
She set a plate of pancakes in front of me. “Good. Eat up. You have been looking pale lately.”
I nodded, picking at the food. My appetite was gone. The amulet’s absence felt like a gaping hole, a constant reminder that something wasn’t right.
Sophia sauntered into the kitchen, looking as radiant as ever. She glanced at me, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned to my mother.
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Tm heading out,” she announced. “Killian is picking me up.”
My mother beamed. “Have fun, darling.”
Sophia shot me one last look before leaving. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew something. But what?
After breakfast, I retreated to my room, the sense of unease growing stronger. I needed answers. And I had a feeling this was only the beginning.
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