Lyra's POV
The next morning, I woke up and the first thing I did was to go check if the door had been fixed. I had texted John, the handyman to come fix it very early.
I walked into the living room to see a white paper on the table. My mind skipped, did Theron send another message already?
Slowly, opened to see if it was really him. “Sorry about the door, I fixed it. Luca.” I read slowly.
I turned to his doorway, his door was shut close. “He fixed the door already?” I muttered and attempted to open the door. It opened this time.
I paused when I noticed a car stop right in front on the house. It looked like John's car. I was right as he stepped out of the van afterwards.
He spotted me and waved, I waved back with a faint smile. There was no longer a need for him to be here but perhap
