Lyra
I was folding my last dress into the duffel bag when I heard her again.
"Lyra," Mama called, arms crossed at the doorway like a sentinel. "You can't just leave like this. Not without him coming for you. I'm worried and after…”
I sighed and pressed down on the clothes to zip the bag.
"Mama, please. We have talked about this."
"No, we haven't," she said, stepping into the room. "You talked. I listened. But now I’m saying something, and you will listen. If Killian truly wants you, if he's serious and you are too, then he will come to this door and take you himself. I won’t let you walk away like a thief in the night, not again. I am the one responsible for you and I am not just letting you walk out without being sure of where you are going and with who."
I didn’t respond. My throa
