C15 Chapter 15

(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