Mira woke at five in the morning, two hours before Raquel and Liam would typically stir. She lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, knowing that today would change everything. There would be no going back after this.
She got up and moved quietly to her desk, pulling out the two vials of purple potion. In the dim pre-dawn light, they looked almost black, the liquid inside thick and viscous. She tucked them into her pocket and headed to the kitchen.
Breakfast needed to be special today. Elaborate enough to distract from any strange taste, appealing enough that they wouldn't question eating it despite their confusion. She pulled out ingredients and started cooking.
Pancakes with butter and syrup. Scrambled eggs with cheese. Fresh fruit arranged on a plate. Toast with jam. It was more food than they usually ate for breakfast, but Mira needed them focused on the meal, not on what they were drinking.
