As I drifted deeper into thought, a wave of drowsiness washed over me.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, the doorknob suddenly turned from the outside.
It had to be Lyra.
Whenever Luka got hurt, even with the smallest injury, Lyra would never come back. So why was she willing to return this time?
She didn't rush in. Instead, she hesitated at the door for a moment.
I couldn't help but think of all the nights I had waited for her.
She used to leave in the middle of the night, always refusing to let me go with her.
I'd stay up, worrying about her, unable to sleep. I'd sit in the living room with all the lights on, hoping she'd see the warmth of someone waiting for her when she returned.
But no matter how long I waited, I never saw her come home.
Suddenly, the side of the bed dipped
