Lyra
I stood outside the house for longer than I should have, fingers clenched tightly around the strap of my bag. The wood of the door was the same, but the silence behind it carried a different weight. I took a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. This wasn’t the same house I left behind in anger in my last life. This was home.
I sniffed back tears at the thought that in my last life, I had left home in a fit of anger all led by Selene and I was an i***t to see what was happening back then and when I came back, it was after I heard of my mom's death.
I sighed and finally pushed the door open.
“Mom?” My voice wavered.
She was in the kitchen, her back to me, stirring something over the fire. When she turned, the spoon slipped from her hand and clattered into the pot. Her eyes
