Lyra POV
I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorway as I tried to keep my emotions in check. Angela was standing there, disheveled and broken in a way I hadn’t seen before. A part of me softened, but the wounds she’d left were too fresh to let her off the hook.
“You’re sorry,” I repeated, my voice flat. “And what exactly am I supposed to do with that?”
Angela’s hands fidgeted at her sides, her usual confidence nowhere in sight. “Lara, I know I can’t undo what I’ve done, but I’m here because I can’t carry this guilt anymore. I’ve been a terrible sister, and I need to make things right. Please, let me try.”
I stepped aside, letting her into my apartment without a word. As much as I wanted to shut the door in her face, a part of me needed to hear what she had to say.
Angela
