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Lyra's POV "Come here, baby girl," he murmured, his voice soft yet full of warmth as he took a step toward me, arms open. Kurtis’s arms around me felt like home.” His hand brushed my cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the last traces of tears. I leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth, the familiar comfort. I’d missed this, missed him, more than I ever realized. “You don’t know how much I missed you, Lyra,” he murmured, his voice husky and filled with emotion. “Every single part of you, your smile, your laugh, even the trouble you bring with you. I missed all of it.” My heart flipped at his words, and a nervous laugh escaped my lips. “The trouble, huh?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. “What kind of trouble are you talking about?” His eyes sparkled with a glimmer of his old