Lyra
ONE YEAR LATER
A year has passed, and somehow I’m still alive.
I gave birth to my daughter, Rhiannon. She is incredibly beautiful and bubbly. She has my dark hair and Liam’s eyes. She is my reason for living.
Living.
I thought I would be dead by now.
My health deteriorated after the birth, just as Lewis had warned, and I almost died. Yet, as he promised, he didn’t stop looking for a cure. He might have distanced himself from the organization, but he had intel, and this intel brought him drugs. Randall helped, too. He dedicated a significant amount of resources, hired the best medical doctors from around the world, and paid top medical researchers to work on my illness.
And it was paying off.
I was getting better.
Everything was going fine.
Liam hadn’t contacted me, but
