When I made it upstairs, I headed straight into the bathroom and placed my hand beneath the running water, letting the blood rinse off.
Elias appeared at the bathroom doorway, taking in what I was doing, and the concern on his face was clear. He didn’t understand what had caused me to break the glass.
“Lyra. Talk to me.” he said gently.
“I’m sorry. It’s not a big deal.” I responded, trying not to let my tears show.
“It clearly is. Tell me what’s going on.” he insisted, stepping into the room and assisting me with my injured hand.
“Sometimes memories just come back on their own. I don’t want them to, but they show up anyway.” I explained quietly.
“Alright. Then what made you break the glass?” he asked.
“Neil.” I muttered. Elias gave a small nod, clearly understanding what I meant.
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