IRIS
The house didn’t feel like home when I stepped back into it. It was missing the two people who had made it come alive. I forced myself to move, stepping further into the house. I couldn’t just stand there and I needed to do something. Anything. Because if I let myself sit with my thoughts, the guilt and the memory of Ronan’s voice telling me not to touch Lily would make me fall apart.
My feet carried me toward the kitchen before I consciously decided to go there. I pushed myself forward, opening cupboards, gathering what I needed without overthinking it.
I pulled bread from the cupboard, cheese from the fridge and the leftover soup I had made days ago and got to work.
He might not want to see us, Zorya said.
I know. I knew that but I needed to do something.
I packed everythin
