Mia looked at her reflection in the kitchen window, setting her frustration and nerves aside. She quietly headed into the living room, stopping at the door and taking in the sight of Zander tying his hoodie string sitting on the floor with his back to the couch. Nolan was in the same position next to him with a short length of rope in his hand. “Mr. Nolan, can you show me that again?” “Of course. Okay, you take the two ends, loop them. Yes, like that. Then, you twist the two and pull that through the neck.” Nolan’s hands moved slowly, demonstrating his words. “Like this?” “That’s perfect. You’d make…