Lyra
I wasn’t myself.
Leaving the retreat, returning to the estate, coming to court this morning, it was all a blur for me. And now, as I waited for the verdict, I could not help but count the minutes until it came.
The gavel sounded, telling everyone to rise as the elders took their seats. Randall squeezed my hand just then as if noticing my anxiety.
Was it that obvious?
I slapped a smile on my face and glanced at him. He smiled back at me. I glanced at Caine, too, and he was also smiling. I nearly scoffed.
Since my abrupt return from the retreat, and despite refusing to tell them what happened, I knew they already knew it was a failure. It was probably why they were walking on eggshells around me and respecting my silence.
Or maybe they just really cared.
The gavel sounded a
