Chapter 59

Moving to the rear of the car, the women crowd around, and I hear Lyra trying to regather herself. Trying to slip a facade she has worn for too long back on. Clearing her throat, she moves to take one of the blankets her mother rushes out with.

Opening the rear door, Myra grabs her vodka bottle, and I pick her up moving to the front of the car. Only when I do, Lyra’s entire pack is on their knees