Lyra’s POV

I watch him leave my room, and I can't help but hold my hand to my mouth to stifle the cry that threatens to burst out. I feel numb and drained.

As time passes, I can't seem to put it together. Eventually, I burst out crying, allowing the tears to flow freely.

I need it for my sanity. I need to let go so I can start all over again. I'm stuck in a circle without any sense of direction.

I cry my eyes out, and before I know it, I drift off to sleep.

Sasha refuses to communicate with ...