Lyra’s POV

“They found our son,” Rylan's text read. “Please come over to my chamber. We need to talk.”

My mood shifted. My eyes brightened and my lips widened with a smile as I jumped out of bed. I'd been intensely worried about Evan's whereabouts, trying to link his absence to anything else that might help with the search, but it didn't quite work out.

I reached the doorstep to his chamber as soon as I could, and then he asked me to open it. I walked into the living room, ...