Lyra
I waited with bated breath for an answer, but he gave me none. After I asked those questions, he couldn't even look me in the face.
When he finally opened his mouth to speak, two words left him.
“I’m sorry.”
And nothing else.
A stab of disappointment pierced my chest. “I didn’t ask for an apology, Liam.” Suppose I wanted that I would have said it out plainly. “I just want to know the whole truth. It has been my deepest pain, these unanswered questions that have haunted me for years.” I paused, remembering something he said before. “You mentioned once that you did what you did because of someone…”
“Luther.” He finished for me. Lifting his head, he looked at me.
I nodded once. “Yes, Luther,” I repeated. “You said it was because of him, but why? And who is he really? Tell me.
