Chapter 58

“Myra,” Lyra breathes, and Myra looks up. She smiles, but it doesn’t look right; it’s forced, and I can tell she is in pain.

“I see you found me,” she murmurs before coughing and choking on her cigarette. Lyra instantly rushes over to her and rubs her back. Reaching for the glass of water on the table, I pass it to her when Lyra snatches it and sniffs it. She scrunches her face up, passing it bac