Lyra
It’s been a week now. Seven full days since the surgery, and Father was still alive. Every morning I woke with the same fear...that I’d walk into his room and find him gone, but each time, he’d open his eyes and whisper my name, and every time he did, I felt hopeful.
Maybe, just maybe, he would pull through.
And life would return to normal.
I climbed out of bed.
Today was going to be a hectic day.
I had a shopping date scheduled with Sophie. Though sparing most of the details, I’d told her about father’s surgery, and she suggested celebrating his one-week recovery benchmark.
I washed my face, checked on my father, who was sound asleep, and then headed downstairs for breakfast. Liam was absent, but Xavier was perched in his seat, with his nanny spoon-feeding him. He saw me
