~ Kaia ~The pill slipped from my fingers and bounced once against the wooden floor, then again, before disappearing beneath my bed."Seriously?"I dropped to my knees, reaching into the darkness — dust, a missing sock, the corner of an old hockey puck, but no pill. A knot tightened in my stomach. It was just one pill. Dad always packed extras. Still, something about losing it made my skin prickle.The bedroom door swung open before I could crawl back out."There you are." Dad stood in the doorway, already dressed, a small paper cup in one hand. His eyes went straight to the empty space in my palm. "Did you take it?""No." I pushed myself up, brushing the dust from my knees. "I dropped—"His expression changed. Not annoyance. Fear. Real fear."Take another." His voice cracked through the room like a whip."It's just one—""It's not just one."The paper cup rattled slightly in his hand. His fingers were shaking, and that scared me more than anything else. Dad never panicked — not when
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