Kimberly's eyes locked onto Mira's, her mind racing with thoughts of Astrid and Andrew. She felt a surge of anger and determination, but she didn't know what to do.

Mira seemed to sense Kimberly's uncertainty. She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with intensity. "Let me ask you this," she said, her voice low and persuasive. "Does Andrew retire from work this early?"

Kimberly hesitated, unsure of where Mira was going. "No," she said finally. "He usually works late."

Mira nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Exactly," she said. "And why is that?"

Kimberly shrugged, feeling a sense of unease. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe he's just dedicated...