Lyra’s Pov
I didn’t know why I said all those things downstairs. Maybe I just had to, maybe the words were sitting on my chest for a long time just waiting to be realeased. For a second, I felt my father’s pain. For a second, I felt my father’s pain. I truly did. He may have seen me in my darkest hours, and part of me wanted to believe that meant something. But then—he doubted me again.
What if Amira hadn’t shown up in time?
Would I have died like mother? Forgotten with no way of getting justice. No one would have known I’d gone missing. Not this so-called, not even my father.
And even when I was drowning in anger, I still grabbed Chase’s hand and dragged him upstairs because my rage could wait—we had more important things to deal with.
Once inside my room, I slammed the door and lock
