Lyra’s POV
It had been a month since we celebrated our little one’s first birthday, Roan, and life had settled into a peaceful rhythm. The days felt long but comforting, filled with the gentle hum of family life, the quiet moments with Rhyker, and the joy of watching our child grow. I never took any of it for granted. Each morning, I woke with a sense of wonder, knowing I had something rare, something beautiful. And I cherished every fleeting second of it.
But life, as it so often did, had a way of reminding me how fragile everything was. It started with a simple trip into town.
Kaida and I had planned a little shopping trip—just the two of us. I’d noticed how much more relaxed she had been lately, how content she seemed with her life and the little family she was growing with Diego.
