Brian’s POV
“Very funny,” I deadpanned, crossing my arms.
“No, it isn’t. If you think I’m lying, maybe we should have Lana taste this. Kids don’t lie.” She suggested, still laughing.
Once Cassandra mentioned Lana, like a switch flipping, my stomach sank as I remembered I had made a plate of the same disaster and offered it to Lana to eat.
“Lana!” I blurted out, panic lacing my voice as I shot to my feet.
Cassandra’s laughter died instantly. “What? What’s wrong?”
“She’s eating it too!” I shouted, already bolting toward the stairs.
I could hear Cassandra scrambling after me, her voice following me down the hallway. “Brian, wait! She’s not gonna die from bad food!”
I took the stairs two at a time, my pulse hammering in my ears. When I reached the kitchen, Lana was at the counter, mid-
