Chapter 2

When I woke up, it was already late afternoon.

"Sweetie, lunch is in the pot. Your dad and I had to go out for something."

Signed: Your loving Mom.

Everything seemed normal, just like any other day.

This made me think back to last night's incident. Maybe I had imagined it? I had been staying up late reading novels, so perhaps it was just a hallucination?

Thinking hard, I vaguely remembered it was around 2 AM. I was engrossed in a romance novel, moved to tears by the beautiful love story between the main characters, when I suddenly heard my mom's voice.

It wasn't her normal speaking voice, but a deliberately hushed whisper, the kind used for secrets:

"Honey, why don't we kill Mia?"

And I am Mia.