Lyra — POV
The next day at the breakfast table, the tension was suffocating. I didn't want to meet anyone's gaze. A steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of me. Kyle had done that and he gave me a grateful look, knowing I couldn't eat breakfast when I was tense.
My phone buzzed. It was Dr. Flen, calling me to the hospital urgently.
"Got to go." I whispered to Kyle, not even daring to look at my husband. I turned quickly on my feet, only to find someone falling into step at my side. Landon. He shoved one hand into his pocket, and I was hoping he was on his phone, but it was different. He looked me in the eyes with such warmth, his composure so at ease, his stride matching mine, reminding me of the days when we used to date back in college. I looked away quickly before those hazel ey
