Lyra
Amazing how life turns out
The way that it does
The way that it does
Sympathy colors Lyra's gaze as she listens to Jude. Where has he been, she wonders, in the time since Harper's death? Surely he can't have been alone all this time with his grief? It's a challenge for Lyra not to walk around the island to wrap the young man in a hug, but she fears that will only scare him off. He's not unlike a startled deer, tense and ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. If she has any hope of helping him, she will have to let him come to her.
She thinks back. She and Harper hadn't been particularly close, and she is sure that she'd remember him giving her something for Jude. "No, sweetheart. I'm sorry." She crosses one leg over the other. "Do you know anyone else he might have left them with? I can help you find them." After all, finding people is what she does. How much more difficult can finding items be?
She thinks back. She and Harper hadn't been particularly close, and she is sure that she'd remember him giving her something for Jude. "No, sweetheart. I'm sorry." She crosses one leg over the other. "Do you know anyone else he might have left them with? I can help you find them." After all, finding people is what she does. How much more difficult can finding items be?
We end up hurting the worst
The only ones we really love
The only ones we really love
