_Mira’s POV_
The house was too quiet after Sophia left. I could still hear the faint echo of her voice gushing about wedding details, but it felt distant—like a bad memory I wanted to forget. The missing amulet weighed heavily on my mind. It was a constant reminder that something wasn’t right.
After dinner, I went upstairs, hoping to clear my head. But no amount of pacing or flipping through channels helped. The unease only grew. I needed to talk to my mother. She would know what to do.
I found her in the kitchen, washing dishes, her back turned to me. For a moment, I hesitated. Would she believe me? But I couldn’t keep this to myself any longer.
“Mom?” My voice came out shaky.
She turned, wiping her hands on a towel, concern flashing in her eyes. “What is it, sweetheart? You look pal
