The girls’ faces fell as they braced themselves for their mother’s wrath. They knew they were in trouble for sneaking out to check on the eggs, but their love for the mysterious objects outweighed their fear of punishment. As Bonnie stormed towards them, her anger palpable, the darkness outside seemed to intensify, as if a storm was brewing on the horizon.
But as soon as Bonnie caught sight of what her daughters were doing, her anger dissolved into a chilling sense of foreboding. Something was wrong with those eggs, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that they were in grave danger, and the girls were in way over their heads. What have they gotten themselves into?!