CASSIE’S POV
After breakfast, the mansion felt strangely quiet.
A few hours earlier, the room had been full of laughter, teasing, and arguments about pancakes that somehow turned into a debate about which one of the triplets would survive longest in the wilderness. Now the brothers had left for a studio session, and the huge mansion felt almost empty without them.
I sat curled up on one of the living room sofas, reading a book.
At first, I enjoyed the silence.
Sunlight poured in through the tall windows. The floor sparkled in the sunlight. Everything looked beautiful enough to belong in a magazine. The furniture was expensive. The decorations were elegant. Every single thing in the room looked perfect.
Yet something felt wrong.
I lowered my book and looked around slowly.
A thought
