CHAPTER 92
ROWAN
My walk to the room where Lyra's urn rests feels like a journey through a dense fog of guilt and sorrow. On arriving, I swing open the door and step into the room, the air around me thickens, threatening to suffocating me.
I look up at the framed pictures of Lyra hanging on the walls. They stare at me boldly, each one a painful reminder of what I have done. What if I had stayed away from her, not been mated to her, she would still have been alive. I look at her smiles and remember them as real as they look, just like in these pictures. The Lyra I knew always wore a smile.
My mind drifts back to happier times, to the memories I shared with Lyra a few years back. I see us on our wedding day, her smile radiant and full of hope for the future. I recall the moments we sp
