TWO DAYS LATER
Lyra
I woke up to a folded note on my nightstand.
“Gone for the trip. Back Sunday. There’s breakfast on the table for you. Don’t skip it. Love you.”
I smiled a little, heart aching. If Sophie knew what today meant to me, I know she wouldn’t have left so casually. But that was the thing, I didn’t want her to know.
I brushed my teeth and went to the living room. Like she said breakfast was plated beautifully and waiting for me on the dining table. Scrambled eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of tea.
I began to eat. Every bite tasted heavy, like I was chewing something other than food. Probably my emotions and the fear I was currently battling.
The surgery was today.
And though it wouldn’t happen until evening, I had to be at the hospital this morning for the final check-u
