I woke up the next morning to find out that the house was swarming with guards. 

From the look of things, it seemed like they were well-trained. I had no idea what must have happened; I wondered if we were attacked while I was asleep, but the house looked fine. 

I came downstairs, heading to the kitchen. I walked by Mom's room; it was open, and she was sitting on the bed sipping some hot chocolate while going through her phone. 

"Knock, knock," I said, standing at the door. 

"Honey, you are awake. Wait, why are you up so early?" she asked. 

"Am I?" I asked, then glanced at the...