Chapter 30

Lyra

The letters have stopped, the nightmares are gone, and when I try to recall what it was like just a month before, that sensation becomes a distant memory, something hard to grasp. The familiar longing turns into a dull ache of emptiness.

But it's what I wanted. I wanted not to know him and not feel anything.

This could be good.

It has to be.

The more days pass by, the easie