Ryan

As I entered my office, the windows were shut, blocking any chance of fresh air. I opened one to let in the breeze, ignoring how my reflection mocked me – strong jaw, troubled eyes.

The conversation with Lyra didn’t sit well with me. My emotions were a tangled mess. When she walked away, shoulders set in a tense line, I felt a keen regret. I wanted to reach out to her, to make her understand that my intentions were genuine, but the walls she’d built around herself ...