Chapter 6

Claire's POV

We practically never chatted in the kitchen when we were working together. It felt embarrassing, and it made me want to flee. We were nearly done now that it was noon, thank fuck! I had to get out of this kitchen.

We could hear the front door open and close while we worked. When we all turned to face the door, dad and Cain were already standing there.

When I turned back, Dad was in the kitchen.

"The funeral will begin at 4:00 p.m. "Is everything ready?" He inquired.

"Nearly done, sweetheart. We still have a few tasks to do, but we'll be finished by 4:00." Mom smiled when she gave him the news.

Dad nodded, kissed her on the cheek, and exited the kitchen. Cain remained in the room, standing there appearing stealthy as he observed us. When mum was cooking, he would go into the kitchen and steal food.

I cocked my brow at him. "Do you want something, Cain?" I inquired, my voice tinged with skepticism.

He grinned as though every