Zayne killed the feed as I moved to grab Mateo. I didn't even know what to say to him since I wasn't able to process what I'd seen. I'd accused Lyra of helping Harold, and she'd been his primary victim. Why hadn't she said anything? Why hadn't she tried to reach me with the truth?
"That's why she was so sad all the time," Mateo whispered, his eyes swimming with unshed tears. "She tried to hide it and pretend not to be sad, but I sensed it. I caught it once when she was trying to pretend she was happy." He sniffled, and I frowned at his words.
I swallowed down the sick feeling as I tried to recall Lyra ever acting like a victim. "How the f**k did we miss this?" I asked myself, but it was Mateo who answered.
"You had to watch her when she didn't think you were. Fear is an emotion, and so
