A Set-Up

Miria slowly opened her eyes, blinking to adjust to the dim light of the infirmary. The familiar scent of disinfectant and the white curtains surrounding her bed confirmed that she was indeed in the school infirmary. She soon sensed the presence of the nurse, a middle-aged woman with her hair tied in a strict bun, who approached with a professional smile.

— You're awake, that's a good thing. How do you feel? she asked in a calm voice.

Miria gently nodded, adopting a tired expression.

— I feel better, thank you.

The nurse observed her for a moment, as if assessing the truth of her words.

— Are you sure you're well enough to return to class?

Miria shook her head.

— Actually, I'd rather go home. I think resting there would be more effective than staying here.

The nurse pursed her lips, hesitating.

— Are you sure you can go home alone?

— Yes, Miria assured her with a determined look.

After a moment of reflection, the nurse nodded, stood up, and retrieved a document from her desk. She quickly scribbled a few words before handing the paper to Miria.

— Here's an authorization to leave. Show it to the administration before you go.

— Thank you, Miria replied, taking the paper.

Shortly after, her friends brought her belongings, looking at her with concern. She gave them a reassuring smile, affirming that she would be fine. After a few exchanges, she took her leave and headed for the school's exit.

As soon as she passed through the school gates, a triumphant smile crossed her face. In reality, she had never intended to attend classes today. Her fainting had been nothing more than a cleverly executed act to skip school without arousing suspicion. Internally, she congratulated herself on her ingenuity.

Without wasting time, she hurried to the bus stop. The ride was quick, and soon, she arrived at her destination. However, she did not go straight home. She had another place in mind.

She made her way to Lyle's house and knocked on the door. A few moments later, Lyle opened it, visibly surprised to see her at this hour.

— What are you doing here? he asked, crossing his arms.

Miria simply gave him a mysterious smile.

Lyle rolled his eyes.

— Seriously? You're that impatient?

— You have no idea, Miria replied, a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

Lyle sighed before disappearing inside for a few seconds. When he returned, he was holding a small metal key.

— Here, he said, handing it to her.

Miria eagerly took it and gave him a grateful smile.

— Thanks, Lyle.

Without hesitation, she turned on her heels and quickly made her way home. This key was more than just a way in—it was the centerpiece of her plan.

As soon as she arrived, she rushed up to the attic. With a confident gesture, she inserted the key into the lock and opened the creaking door. A thin layer of dust covered the space, but that didn't stop her. She stepped inside, determined to continue her search.

She hoped to finally uncover answers about the connection between her mother and Asher.