Lyra
Father sounded so broken. So pained. When he turned back to look at me, his eyes were glazed over and red.
“I let her go.” He said again. “I let her go.”
His breathing suddenly caught, and he let out a long cough. Something passed through me at the same time. It came as a soft breeze, but it was not just that.
I stiffened.
“Father?”
His gaze was distant again, this time fixed on the water in the lake ahead.
“I think this is enough talking for today. You need to rest. Why don’t we go inside?”
I stood up and began to round the chair, grabbing the wheel handle, when suddenly he stopped me with one frail hand on my wrist.
“Don’t push me. I want to stay out here a little more.”
“It’s getting cold. It’s not good for your health. You need to—“
“And I said I don’t want to. Leav
