Oscar paced outside Lyra's room, his voice low and reassuring. "She'll heal soon. She'll forget about Harrison."
The nurse approached. "Who's Harrison, sir?"
Oscar's expression darkened. "Don't ask silly questions!" he snapped.
The nurse retreated, taken aback.
Oscar's eyes clouded, memories swirling. Lyra still clung to the past, to the child they shared – Kai. A silent prayer formed on his lips: "Let Kai be gone, sever the tie."
A faint cry pierced the air. Lyra's voice, calling out.
"Harrison...."
Oscar's frown deepened.
He summoned the nurse. "Give her a sleeping dose. Now."
The nurse hesitated, eyes wide. "I don't think she needs sedatives, sir."
Oscar's concern etched his face. "What if she harms herself? I couldn't bear it."
Oscar's hand slipped into his jacket, revealing
