With his gloved hands he pulled the mask over his eyes and crept downstairs taking care not to make a sound. He had timed it well. Most of the family had left and the house was still.
He turned the knob and stepped into the kitchen. Damn the creaky hinges of the door. He growled as she turned to face him.
She laughed and brought a cup of milk to the table.
She wasn’t scared. How had she seen through his disguise?
“Aryan hurry up or you’ll be late for school. Now take that mask off and eat your breakfast.”