Kurtis
I stood by the window, watching the waves crash against the shore. The same waves that had once made this trip feel like a dream were now just noise to me. Everything felt tainted now, ruined.
Lyra was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes puffy from crying all night. I hadn't been able to sleep either, but I was too pissed to care. The anger burned through every other emotion I could have felt.
"I booked our flight back for tomorrow," I said, my voice cold.
Lyra's head snapped up, her voice barely a whisper. "Tomorrow? But... we were supposed to stay for a few more days."
"Well, that’s off the table now, isn't it?" I turned around, my arms crossed. "This trip is ruined. There’s no point in dragging it out."
Her face crumpled as she stood up, closing the distance between us. "K
