Lyra
The smell of fried eggs, toast bread, and something else I couldn’t name woke me up,
My brow furrowed. I exited the bed and traced the smell to a breakfast table by the window.
I froze.
Liam.
He had done this.
Was this a thank-you gesture for last night? Or was he trying to continue his games of winning me over? This did not change anything, right?
I stared at the spread.
I could not deny that I felt touched. This man, who spent years breaking me apart, this man I claimed to hate, had woken up early and prepared food for me even when he was sick.
What else was sweeter than that?
I felt his presence before I saw him.
“Good morning.” He greeted me from behind, his voice rough and early morning tinged.
I turned slowly and saw him. He leaned casually against the doorfram
