Lyra didn’t say a word.
The woman stood just a few feet from her hospital bed, but Lyra kept her gaze fixed on the far wall, her face blank, her body stiff.
A thick silence swallowed the room.
After a few minutes, her father cleared his throat. “Lyra… she’s talking to you.”
Still, Lyra didn’t move. Her voice came low, flat. “Tell her to get out of here.”
“Lyra!” her father, Rafi, and Barrister Kuti said at the same time, alarmed by her tone.
“I said—” Lyra shouted now, her voice sharp, breaking through the tension like glass, “—tell her to get out of here!”
The woman didn’t flinch. Instead, she took a breath and spoke softly, almost gently. “It’s very important information. It concerns your life… and your future.”
“Ahhhhh!” Lyra screamed, bursting into a sob, hands trembling. “I do
