Harrison's fingers wrapped around Lyra's wrist, his grip tightening. "No, not until you admit the truth."
Lyra twisted her arm, breaking free. She avoided Harrison's gaze, her eyes darting around the area. "You need to get your head out of the clouds, Harrison." Her voice trembled.
Harrison's eyes narrowed. "What's going on, Lyra?"
Lyra's gaze dropped to her stomach, her hands cradling the gentle curve. "Besides, what's so special about Piper?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of jealousy.
Harrison's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Before he could press further, Lyra's face contorted. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in alarm.
She spun around, rushing toward the bathroom. The sound of retching echoed through the door, followed by the splash of water.
Lyra
