Hearing Lyra's agitated tone, I knew the "him" she was talking about on the phone must be someone important.
I also knew it wasn't me who could provoke such strong emotions in her.
The realization sent a strange wave of sadness through me. My throat tightened, making it hard to breathe.
After a while, Lyra hung up and walked toward me. I could see the anger she was trying to suppress, and there was a flicker of guilt in her eyes as she said, "Isaac, something came up at work. I need to take care of it."
I knew it would end like this. The ache in my chest deepened.
"Does it have to be you?" I asked though I wasn't sure what answer I wanted to hear.
She hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes, it's important. Arlo and the others can't handle it without me."
I turned away, staring
