The Weight of Relief

And though he’d never say it aloud, the faintest glimmer of approval flickered across his features.

Lyra pulled back slowly, brushing Leo’s hair from his eyes, then turned to Silas.

“Thank you,” she said softly. Her eyes found his, and for the first time, she let herself really mean it. “For everything.”

Silas gave a small nod—respectful, almost formal. But there was something warmer in the way