The letter I read stirred emotions I didn’t even know I could feel for a woman I barely knew. Lyra. The name felt foreign on my tongue, yet somehow familiar like a long-lost lullaby I couldn’t remember but still felt comfort in. I clutched the book to my chest and let a single tear fall. Then another. And I cried for the woman I was meant to call mother. The woman who gave me life.
I felt Aries’s warm hand slip into mine. His eyes locked with mine, silently asking if I was okay, if I needed anything. But all I could do was turn to Robin, my voice shaking with disbelief.
“She died?” I asked, my words more of a plea than a question.
“She gave it all up to protect you,” he said, his voice low, burdened with weight. “That’s why we need to go back together,so her sacrifice won’t be in vain.”
