Kurtis POV
I paced the length of the living room, the soft carpet muffling my restless footsteps. My mind was a battlefield, torn between anger, confusion, and a raw, aching sense of helplessness. The image of Lyra signing that marriage certificate in my dream haunted me, her trembling fingers and the tears she couldn’t hide.
I couldn’t shake it off. What if it wasn’t just a dream? What if it was a prelude to my reality?
"Stop it, Kurtis," I muttered to myself, dragging my hands down my face. The walls felt like they were closing in, and the silence of the room was deafening. I needed to hear her voice, to have her tell me this was all in my head.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed her number for the hundredth time this week. It rang and rang until her voicemail kicked in.
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