"Careful with the knife, honey," Jill warned her daughter, Amanda.
"It's not even sharp," Amanda said, rolling her eyes slightly.
"It's sharp enough," Jill replied, then glanced up as Nina wandered into the kitchen. "Hey, look who's up."
"How long was I out for?" Nina asked groggily.
"All day. I figured you must be sick. Zach called. He said he missed you in life drawing," her older sister replied.
"That's nice," Nina replied absently, pushing her hair off her shoulders.
"Why is your neck purple?" Jill asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I don't know," Nina shrugged.
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
"No, I... I must've tripped on my run." Nina glanced at the hamburger meat on the stove. "Don't overcook the meat."
"Ooh, can I flip?" Amanda asked.
"Ask Aunty Nina to help," Jill said. "Hey, Nina, are you sure you're up for watching Amanda tonight? I could try to change shifts."
Nina shook her head. "No, I... I just need to..."
"Aunt Nina?" Amanda asked, tugging on Nina's shirt.
Nina's eyes never moved from the still-rare meat on the stove, but then had a flash of her niece with her throat slashed and she jumped.
"Are you ok?" Amanda pressed.
"I'm fine. I'm fine."