Chapter 33 He Is Not My Mountain
- By the next morning, the weekend felt like a blur I wanted to forget. I ate a quiet breakfast at the hot spring resort, packed up, and drove straight to work like nothing had happened. Pretending was easier than explaining.
- Around noon, my phone lit up. It was Lyra. The first call from her since she’d snuck away that day.
- “Mom…” Her voice was soft, hesitant.