Chapter 31

Lyra

It's late when I reach home; when I do, my family's waiting for me.

It feels like an ambush.

My brother stands by the wall next to the kitchen while my father is in front of him in the hallway. My mother is near the couch. The air between the three is thick with tension, one that becomes darker and heavier upon my arrival. It's so strong, and not only the air but the silence