NINA POV
The living room was silent except for the faint sound of Emily's fingers tapping on her phone. I shifted in my seat, the hunger gnawing at my insides. "I’m feeling hungry, Emily" I said, breaking the silence, glancing toward Emily.
But she didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed on her phone, not in the usual distracted way, but like she had just seen something bad like she had seen a ghost… something she couldn’t look away from. Her fingers, once moving swiftly, had now slowed, hovering hesitantly over the screen. She hadn’t heard me. She hadn’t noticed I spoke.
Annoyed, I reached for the remote, wanting to fill the oppressive silence with the mindless chatter of the television. Maybe some reality show or a cooking competition—anything to break the stillness that had settled betwee
