Lyra’s POV

“If I didn't want him to change his mind, he wouldn't ever change it. I think you know what to say now.” I said to Isla who remained standing while I sat down on the cushion chair.

“You can show up now.” I said, and the door to one of the rooms in this chamber opened, revealing the happy Evan who bounced towards me. I gently received him in my arms, cradling him like I was supposed to have been doing since the first day.

“Do you remember this face?” I pointed to ...