Lyra’s POV
The weight of silence settles into the room like a heavy, suffocating fog.
I sit quietly beside Kaida’s bed, my hand gently holding hers, careful not to disturb her rest.
The soft rise and fall of her chest is the only sign that she’s still here, still fighting. The doctors have done all they can, but their words echo in my mind like a haunting refrain: “She won’t have more than a year to live.”
My heart feels as if it’s being ripped out of my chest. How could this be happening again? Not Kaida, not now.
I can feel the panic clawing at the edges of my composure, but I won’t let it break me.
I can't afford to let Kaida see the fear that threatens to drown me. She’s already been through so much in her life—she deserves peace, deserves to have this moment free from the bru
