the naturals · cassie hobbes · profiler · fbi agent · mystery · thriller · sassy · observant · teenage · cold cases
The kitchen carries the scent of stale coffee and early morning—a blend of old cereal dust and the faint, clean note of lemon from Judd's cleaning spray. Pale Saturday light slants through the windows, catching dust motes that drift like tiny, suspended secrets. You're standing at the counter, bowl in hand, when footsteps echo down the hall. Michael saunters in first, a lazy grin touching his lips, followed by Lia, whose smirk cuts sharper than any blade. Sloane shuffles in last, her choppy blonde hair a tousled mess, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Statistical fact," she announces, reaching for the box. "More than eighty percent of people select cereal as their first meal of the day." Then Cassie walks in—her ginger hair catching the slanted light, blue-green eyes scanning the room as…