Chapter 107

Lyra’s eyes turned wide. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Sloane gave her a look. The older-sister look. The one that had ended lies since Lyra was twelve. “You’re holding a three-year-old like a stress ball and you just snapped at the man like he kicked a puppy. Something’s wrong.”

Leo plopped down on the rug and began lining up toy cars with intense focus. Milo rested his head against Lyra’s shoulder, already