Lyra's POV
The tension in the air was as heavy as the storm clouds gathering above the horizon. Kurtis sat across from me, his head in his hands, his usual confident demeanor shattered. I hated seeing him like this, burdened by the weight of his family’s problems. The Kurtis I knew was strong, decisive, and capable. But right now, he looked lost.
I reached out and placed a hand over his. “Kurtis, talk to me. Don’t shut me out.”
He looked up, his stormy blue eyes meeting mine. “Lyra, it’s a mess. My brother Grant is running the company into the ground with his reckless decisions, and my father refuses to step in. He’s too sick and too proud to admit he made a mistake by leaving Grant in charge. If I go back, I’ll be walking into a battlefield.”
“Then don’t walk,” I said, my voice firm.
