I nodded at first—but then I caught the smug little smile creeping onto my daughter’s face.
I froze.
That smile. She had worn the same one in my last life.
It was because I left the house that she was able to twist the story, saying I used the grocery trip as a cover to meet the kidnappers. And wouldn’t you know it—they really did find a few strange numbers in my call history!
But not this time!
I pulled out my phone and opened the delivery app.
“It’s raining today, Mom. Let’s just get groceries delivered.”
Disappointment flashed in Niah’s eyes. She bit her lip, sulking in silence while I smiled to myself.
‘No cheese fondue. No grocery trip. No setup. Let’s see how she plans to twist things now.’
That night, Tyson Drummond, my husband, returned from his business trip. We all sat around the dinner table, eating quietly—just a normal family meal, almost peaceful.
Tyson complimented my cooking, and my in-laws were all praises too.
Everyone seemed happy.
Everyone—except me.
I noticed it right away—my daughter’s eyes were restless, shifty. She was calculating something.
I glanced at my phone. Just two minutes left.