What Do We Do?

Lyra

The knock came soft, almost polite, before Zahra let herself in anyway. “You’re supposed to be resting,” she teased, eyeing me where I sat curled into the couch, a blanket thrown over my legs, one hand spread absently across my stomach.

I grinned. “And you’re supposed to be practicing your dance moves for Vera’s studio.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile gave her away as she dropped down bes