Lyra's POV
I stared at the door for what felt like hours after Kurtis walked out. The room was cold and empty, and I couldn’t stop trembling. My heart had shattered the moment he said he needed time. The look on his face, the anger, the hurt… it tore me apart inside.
How did everything go so wrong?
The bed felt like a prison, holding me in place, suffocating me with thoughts of Kurtis. I knew I’d messed up, and now I was paying the price. I’d tried calling him over and over again, but every time, I was met with silence. Not even a message, nothing. He didn’t want to hear from me. That stung more than anything.
“Why did James have to show up like that?”
My hands clenched the pillow tighter as I thought about it. I hadn’t seen James in forever, and the last thing I expected was for him
