_Mira's POV_
The next morning, Dad and I sat down for breakfast. He had made scrambled eggs and toast, though I barely had the appetite to eat. The events of yesterday still lingered in my mind, a tangled mess of emotions I couldn’t untangle. Dad was quiet, poking at his food more than eating it. I could tell he was just as troubled, though he tried to hide it for my sake.
As I took a small bite of toast, the phone rang. Dad immediately got up to answer it. I watched as he walked to the kitchen counter and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” he said, his tone cautious.
The voice on the other end was too faint for me to hear, but I noticed the change in my father immediately. His shoulders tensed, and the color drained from his face. He listened silently, gripping the phone so tightly I th
