"I don't care what anyone says—I didn't cause Orla's miscarriage!" Lyra's voice rang through the hospital room, shocking everyone into momentary silence.
Colette Blackwood's face contorted with rage. She lunged at Lyra, her hand connecting with Lyra's cheek in a stinging slap. "How dare you! After everything we've done for you!"
Lyra staggered back, her hand flying to her reddening cheek. The sting barely registered compared to the years of emotional pain she'd endured.
"Done for me?" Lyra's laugh was hollow. "What exactly have you done for me, Colette? Besides make my life a living hell?"
Lachlan Moreau stepped forward, his usually composed face twisted with anger. "Enough, Lyra! Your sister lost her baby. Show some remorse!"
"She's not my sister," Lyra said, her voice suddenly calm. "And I had nothing to do with her miscarriage."
From the hospital bed, Orla let out a dramatic sob. "How could you be so cruel? I'm lying here broken, and you're denying what you did?"
