Chapter 18
Lyra's POV
I stood at the end of that driveway for a long time.
Longer than I should have. Long enough that the cold had worked its way through my jacket and settled into my shoulders, and the light from the downstairs window had not changed at all, which meant they were still in there, still comfortable, still filling whatever space existed between them with conversation and familiarity and the specific kind of ease that only came from knowing someone's history.
He told me about you. You should know your place.
I locked my phone and put it in my pocket and I stood there for another full minute just breathing. In through my nose, out through my mouth.
The way you breathed when you were trying to keep the animal part of yourself from doing something that could not be undon
