Chapter 105

Rowan

Two years. Two long, torturous years since the moment Lyra slipped into that deep, unbreakable sleep.

Two years since I’d held her hand, felt her warmth, and seen her eyes light up with determination and life.

In that time, I’d become a ghost of the man I once was—a hollow shell moving through each day by sheer force of will. The days blurred together, an endless cycle of duty and grief, w