Chapter 136 Kiara

• It starts with a strangled cry from Nicholas’s study two days later. There’s a muffled clatter, and then my older brother hollers my name.
• “Kiara! Jesus Christ, I—Kiara! Get in here!”
• “Coming!” I yell back, pounding up the stairs in a green sheath dress and pumps. So not dressed to sprint around the building. Early morning spring sunshine spears through the windows, and I leap over an abandoned vacuum cleaner on my route. “What is it?”