Lyra’s POV
Lucian turned sharply toward his father, confusion tightening his brows.
“Dad… what’s happening?”
Adrian didn’t answer. He couldn’t.
He just stared at Shintla like someone had ripped open a wound he thought had healed decades ago.
Shintla took one shaky step back, her fingers trembling around the handle of her bag. Her eyes glistened—not with joy.
Lilian shifted her gaze between them dramatically. “Grandma? Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
Shintla didn’t respond. Her breath came in short, uneven pulls, like her lungs were fighting her. She pressed a hand to her chest.
Adrian swallowed hard, his lips parting as if to speak, but his voice refused to come out. His hands shook violently, and he knelt automatically to pick up the broken cup—anything to avoid meetin
