Lyra
I took a cup from the new coffee maker Sophie had bought, gulping down its contents without caring about the burn it gave my throat.
I dropped the cup and turned to watch Sophie preparing breakfast in the kitchen. I had returned to her condo after Liam left, and I hadn’t seen or heard from him in days. Three, to be exact.
“I can see you, you know,” Sophie said from the kitchen. She placed a plate down and walked into the dining room where I was.
“Well, a good morning to you too.” I smiled, meeting her narrowed eyes.
“It’s not a good morning until you tell me what the hell happened with Liam, Ri. You’ve been putting it off for three days now, and I’m worried.” She frowned, and I dropped my shoulders with a sigh.
Here we go again.
“Okay, I’ll talk now.”
“Hm, good.”
“But first,
