Lyra's POV
The moment Angela walked in, I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. She didn’t bother to mask the disdain in her eyes, giving me a cold once-over as if I was somehow an inconvenience in her otherwise perfect day.
“Well,” she began, folding her arms, her tone laced with mockery. “You’ve got some nerve, Lyra. Showing up at James’s house? I can’t believe you dared to go back there after everything.”
I took a breath, trying to keep my composure. “Angela, it’s not what you think”
“Oh, please spare me the excuses,” she cut me off, a smug look on her face. “Why were you even there, Lyra? Hoping to get a reaction? Or maybe just desperate enough to crawl back to him now that Kurtis isn’t falling for your act?”
Her words stung, but I forced myself to stand tall. “I was there because I
