Lyra’s POV
“You ruined my son’s life.”
Kurtis's Father's voice was sharp, like a knife slicing through the tense air. I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest as his words landed like blows. His eyes, cold and unforgiving, bore into me as if I were the cause of all the pain in his family.
“I… I didn’t,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I never wanted any of this to happen.”
He scoffed, stepping forward, his presence towering over me. “Never wanted? Then why did you let it happen, Lyra? Why did you keep running back to James?”
“I didn’t run back to him,” I protested, my hands shaking at my sides. “He was my past. I thought we’d moved on. I thought”
“You thought wrong,” he cut me off, his voice growing harsher. “You kept him around, and now my son is s
