[Seraphina's Place]
Lyra checked her reflection one last time before stepping out.
She looked normal, presentable and like someone heading to work and not someone whose life had quietly tilted off its axis.
Rogan stood near the door, arms crossed, watching her lace her shoes.
"You have your phone?" he asked.
"Yes."
"And you are not staying late."
"I won't," she promised.
He hesitated, then nodded. "Text me when you reach."
"I will."
The door closed behind her and the cool morning air hit her face. Lyra inhaled deeply, grounding herself as she started down the street.
For the first time in two days, the city felt familiar again.
Halfway to the main road, her phone buzzed.
It was Mira.
Lyra answered immediately. "Hey."
"Oh thank God," Mira breathed out. "You are alive."
Lyra smiled faintly. "Barely."
"Seriously, how are you feeling?" Mira asked. "Jacob was worried, we all were."
"I am okay," Lyra said. "Just needed a day."
