Echoes of Him

Lyra’s POV

The afternoon sun filtered through the hospital blinds in pale, sterile stripes, casting soft shadows across the tiled floor.

Lyra stirred beneath the blanket, her body warm, but her skin prickled with a restlessness she couldn’t explain. Not fully. Not honestly.

She blinked up at the ceiling, heart already beating faster than it should.

It was still there—that feeling.

That ache.