Lyra’s POV
‘Mum, I need to talk to you about something,’ I said to my mum while I stood at the kitchen door. She was busy cutting carrots.
‘What is it Lyra?’ Mum asked dropping what she was doing to face me.
I walked in properly into the kitchen. What I wanted to discuss with her was something that I actually thought was a sensitive topic. I knew how much she and Dad had longed to see us kids at the Christmas table with them, but I was about to tell her that I might not be spending Christmas with them because I wasn't sure that whatever River had planned was not going to spill till the following morning.
‘You look nervous Lyra. What bothers you?’ My mum said quickly, cleaning her hands on kitchen clothes before coming to stand beside me and placing a hand on my arm.
‘Mum, I think the
