I was honestly taken aback by how far along our house had come—it was nearly finished now, with just the final touches being added. It looked like we’d be able to move back in within a couple of days.
Going away to Lyra’s former pack must’ve made time pass quicker than I realized. We’d been gone for several days, and when we returned, the progress was shocking.
That trip had been a useful distraction from everything, but the second Lyra stepped out of the shower, she went straight back to the laptop and logged into the dark web again.
She was relentless in her search for answers, and I couldn’t fault her for that. After all, her father had spent her entire life abusing and torturing her. If anyone had a right to want revenge—or closure—it was her.
While she was working, I went in to ta
