Lyra’s POVFor the first time in years, Matteo was defending me. The feeling was so strange I didn't know what to do with it.“Matteo...” Lily whispered, tears spilling over.An uncomfortable silence settled over the room.Eventually, Mama forced a smile and stepped forward, “Alright, alright. If Matteo says he got into a fight, then he got into a fight. Let’s not argue today.” Her voice softened, gentle once more. “Lyra, I apologize. I misread the situation and blamed you. You’re a good girl—you wouldn’t ever hurt your own family, would you?”She stepped closer, reaching for my arm. “We’re all so happy to have you home. You’ve been away for almost three years.”Instinctively, I stepped aside.Her hand closed on empty air. For a brief second, hurt flashed across Mama’s face. But all I felt was the familiar urge to put more distance between us.“Just keep spoiling her,” Papa scoffed as he stood. On his way past me, he shot me a look full of irritation. “If she did something wrong, she
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