The early morning sun painted the orphanage in a soft, golden light as Lyra made her way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, the children still asleep, but she could hear the soft clatter of dishes and smell freshly brewed coffee. Rounding the corner, she found Nyree already at work, preparing breakfast.
"Good morning, Lyra," Nyree said, offering a warm smile. "I hope you don't mind me getting an early start."
"Not at all," Lyra replied, grateful for the help. "Thank you, Nyree."
As they worked side by side, Lyra found herself studying Caden's sister. There was a quiet strength about her, a steadiness that reminded Lyra of Caden himself.
"So, Lyra," Nyree began, her tone casual but her eyes sharp, "tell me more about yourself. How did you end up running this place?"
Lyra hesitated, w
