I Can't Stand Him

I listened a bit more, and the noise persisted. There were no sounds of shattering glasses or broken furniture. Were they the quiet kind of burglars? I contemplated whether or not I should wake up Kiara. If I were being robbed, I would want to know. On the other hand, Kiki has had it hard enough, so perhaps she didn't want to know. Ignorance is bliss and all that. Plus, I didn't want her getting in the way and ending up in the hospital.

I also had the option of going down there myself. Yes, that seemed like the best option. I slowly unwrapped myself from Kiara's suction grip and crept downstairs.

I peeked around the corner and, thankfully, did not encounter a burglar. The sight before me, however, wasn't any less shocking. It was a man gliding around the kitchen with ease. He was humming and dancing as he mixed ingredients in a bowl. He also made a mess of flour and eggshells on the counter, so he was no Masterchef, that's for sure. I wish I could see his face, I wanted to see the