Lyra didn’t cry anymore, her eyes were swollen and her head was heavy like someone had stuffed wet cotton inside it, she just sat there on the floor beside her bed and knees pulled up to her chest while her fingers traced the circles on the cold floor like maybe the motion could calm the pain in her chest but it didn’t.

She hadn’t really slept well for maybe an hour or less and everytime she closed her eyes she still heard that small voice, the way she always asked, “Do you want honey ...