Lyra sat in one of the porch chairs after dinner, reading through one of her mom’s journals. She had finished the one about Donovan’s pregnancy, determining nothing other than how the teas continued to make her sick until she eventually stopped writing.
But Lyra knew how that story ended.
This journal was from far earlier, starting around the time she met Lyle. The first entry had been about their encounter in the coffee shop, going very similar to how Lyle had described it. Except there were a couple things that caught Lyra’s attention.
I met the most incredible guy today. I was just getting my usual chai at the cafe and in walked the most handsome guy I had ever laid eyes on. Dark hair, dark eyes, tall, muscles for days. God, I just about jumped him right there. I saw him as soon as
