Kurtis POV
I opened my eyes to the dim light filtering through the window, the throbbing pain in my wrists a reminder of the hell Angela had dragged me through. My thoughts were a mess, but one question burned hotter than the rest: “Why did she come? Why now?”
The door creaked open, and there she was, Lyra. Her delicate frame leaned against the doorframe, her eyes red as if she'd been crying. She avoided my gaze, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
“Lyra,” I said, my voice rough. She jumped slightly, her wide eyes meeting mine. For a moment, neither of us said anything, the silence thick between us. I gestured to the chair next to the bed. “Sit.”
She hesitated, but then she walked over and perched on the edge of the chair as if she were ready to bolt at any second.
I took a de
