Chapter 42 Verbal Spat At The Table

• (Myra’s POV)
• “Good Morning Myra. Come dear, we all have been waiting for you” Sara greeted me with a smile, chirping like a bird. I smiled back at her slightly, greeting her hesitantly, “G-Good Morning to you too, Sara. Good Morning, Noah.” Noah nodded curtly, to my greeting.
• “Come sit Myra, what took you so long. I was missing you” Nora said to me, as I settled next to her. I tried to avoid any eye contact with the boys at the table, though I could feel all their eyes on me. It was giving me the chills. It was suffocating to say the least. ‘Bye-bye, my peaceful breakfast.’