Lyra
I’m sorry, Lyra. I hope you find your true parents one day.
Elizabeth's last words played like a loop in my eyes.
I had always thought her cruelty came from some hatred and twisted resentment toward my father. Now I knew it wasn’t just that. What if some part of her had always felt it even without knowing the truth? That I wasn’t hers. That something was missing. Mothers and their children shared a bond. Wolves and cubs did too. A pull. Maybe she never felt that pull with me. Perhaps that’s why she never looked back. That would explain everything. Why she left me behind so easily. Why she could walk away from a crying child and build a whole new life with another man.
Maybe I had been a stranger to her all along. A child her body never carried. A girl her heart never claimed. Ju
