Lyra POV
I couldn’t sleep that night. Angela’s reaction kept replaying in my mind, her hesitation and the flicker of fear in her eyes. Something wasn’t adding up. She had to know more than she was letting on.
By morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed my coat, hopped into my car, and drove straight back to Angela’s house.
When she opened the door, she looked surprised, and annoyed. “Lyra, what are you doing here so early? Didn’t we talk about this last night?”
I pushed past her into the house. “We did, but I’m not satisfied with your answers. You’re hiding something, Angela, and I need to know what it is.”
She closed the door with a sigh, rubbing her temples. “Lyra, I told you everything I know.”
“No,” I shot back, crossing my arms. “You told me what you wanted me t
