Chapter 16 Sixteen

• (Mia’s POV
• I wasn’t sure what had pulled me toward the dining area, but as I stepped inside, I halted. There, seated at the long, grand dining table, was Carl.
• He wasn’t eating. He was simply sitting there, staring blankly at the plate before him. A faint, unreadable expression crossed his face as he lifted his fork, poked at the food absentmindedly, then set it back down. His posture was stiff, shoulders drawn in slightly, as if he were deep in thought.