Lyra
“Hello, Lyra.”
I knew right away who it was.
Drake.
I didn’t reply immediately. I just stayed frozen in place, unable to say anything as different emotions drowned me.
Of all days, why today?
What kind of coincidence was this?
Back at the pack house, when I’d checked myself in the bathroom and seen how worn out I looked, I’d remembered Drake and how he used to care for me. If he were still in Blue Ridge… If Liam, in all his jealousy and anger, hadn’t nearly revoked his medical license and forced him to leave the country, I wouldn’t have ended up like that. Drake would’ve put my health first before I even thought to.
My throat closed up.
“Lyra?” he called again, sounding worried. I heard some shuffling in the background, “Is this a wrong number? I must have—”
A sob flew out o
