Borrowed Time

Lyra’s POV

Friday night hit 9:30 PM by the time Lyra pushed through the peeling front door of her cramped apartment. She let the deadbolt click shut and stood frozen in the narrow entryway, running on fumes. Her heavy canvas bag slipped from her aching shoulder, hitting the floorboards with a dull thud. Kicking off her scuffed shoes, she dragged in a shaky breath.

The house sat quiet, broken on