Nathan

I picked up Lyra from the café just a block away from my office; she looked better. In her jeans and a red loose shirt with open hair and a little makeup, she looked as fresh as the morning dew.

Her spirit was high too, which was a plus point for me. Yesterday had been hard for her, and the last thing I wanted today was tears in her eyes. She defended less and fragile both emotionally and mentally, which I understood, something must have triggered her. And I wasn’t sure if Hall was the reason for that or was just defense.

I saw her the entire time, from the restaurant to the time she fell asleep on the bed at home.

And trust me, there was a change in her manners even before we set our feet on the McCoy mansion. When she came out of the bathroom, she looked as if she came out of a haze. The puffiness of her red eyes was a clear sign she was crying. The way she saw me after I hugged her was as if she was lost in the deep blue oc