Lyra
I gave Sophie an abbreviated account of the past few days - skipping past my illness and Liam’s accusations about my father - and she looked sober by the time I was finished.
“I understand, but I still think he should have given you more.” She insisted. “He used to spend more than that just for you. I can’t believe he could be so ruthless.”
I gave her a wan smile and crossed to the crib. Lifting the sheet again, I gathered the frames in my arms and deposited them on the floor. “When a man loves you, he cherishes you. When he doesn’t, he discards you. It’s as simple as that.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through all that.” she whispered sadly. “You should have called me, Lyra, I’d have at least given you some money rather than waste it all on that good for nothing Brad, just for him t
