Lyra
“I have good news.”
I woke up the next morning to Liam towering over me and those words. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Did I hear well? And what did he mean by he had good news?
“Liam?” I croaked.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said quietly. “I just couldn’t wait to tell you this good news.”
“Good news?” My voice grew hoarse as I repeated it. That was strange. I looked at him and saw that he had an excited look on his face and was smiling, too.
What could this be? I asked myself before even asking him. I thought of last night. After the date, we’d returned home, talked a little more, and I napped then. I tried to think if anything we discussed foreshadowed this, but nothing.
“We brought him back.” His voice pierced my thoughts. “Your father, Lyra. He’s here.”
My heart skipped.
