Lyra woke up slowly, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a room that felt both familiar and safe. She found herself in Caden’s room. The soft morning light streamed through a small window, casting gentle patterns on the wooden floor. She sat up on the bed and looked around, noticing the small details that made this place feel like home.
She couldn't help but sigh in relief. He had heard her and had come to rescue her. Warmes radiated over her body.
In the quiet of the early day, she saw Caden standing by the window, his back turned as he gazed out into the distance. With a trembling voice, she softly called his name, “Caden.”
At the sound of her call, Caden slowly turned to face her. His eyes met hers, and in them she saw a clear sign of hesitation. He did not rush his movement; instead,
