LYRA'S POV
For the next week or so, I couldn't sleep well. Why? It was simple. The day of my reckoning is finally here.
I didn't tell Eric about my struggles because I don't want to see that pity in his eyes whenever we happen to talk about my situation.
Two days before the judgment day, he threw a piece of paper in my cell and hurried back. He had folded the papers many times. I carefully unfolded it in case there was something that could fall from it.
I finally had it in my hands, and I took it closer to the ray of sunlight streaming in through the window.
“What are you doing?“ A guard happened to pass, and he yelled at me.
“Ummm… I…” I tried to look for words to somehow describe how I have a paper in my hands without implicating Eric.
I could say the wind blew it in, but what i
