LYRA’S POV

“What are you doing daydreaming? There are customers that need to be served!” Madam Beatrice roared at me as I spaced out for the 10th time on my shift in less than half an hour.

I reached into the pocket of my dress touching the medallion, it had been a couple of days since I met Miranda, my mother.

I haven't gone to see her since then.

Don't even know what I'm supposed to say to her if we come face to face.

Though it's crazy that I have something in my pocket that ...