Ryan

I stood outside Lyra's dorm room, teeth tugging at my bottom lip. My hand hovered over the doorknob, unsure if I should knock or just barge in. I had never been one to second-guess myself, but Lyra had a way of making me question everything I thought I knew.

After a beat, I made my choice. I knocked on the door, my knuckles barely grazing the smooth surface, yet it seemed louder than it should have been.

Nothing stirred on the other side.

I knocked again, harder ...