~SARA~
I blink.
What the hell just happened?
Mira lunges for the laptop, shoving the tech guy aside. Her eyes dart frantically across the screen as if staring hard enough will somehow alter what just played.
“This—” she points at the screen, her finger trembling. “This can’t be real. She must have left the kitchen to switch her food. That food isn’t hers!”
Mrs. Ford pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head slowly. “How would that be possible, Mira? The video clearly shows her helping to put out the fire.”
“Well…” Mira steps back, momentarily at a loss for words. “I… It…” Her eyes brightens and she snaps her fingers.
"She did leave the kitchen once,” she says.
“She left the kitchen to go to her room,” Jason groans. “The food wasn’t even prepared at that time.”
I pinch mys
