That’s exactly what it felt like.
“We should talk to him,” Lyra said.
So we called.
When he came back, no one moved at first.
No hugs. No relief.
Just distance.
“You really stayed away this whole time?” Lyra asked.
He nodded.
“Did you think it wouldn’t matter?” Dora said.
“I thought you’d be better off.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“I know.”
Jenny spoke last. “You missed everything.”
He didn’t argue.
Because he couldn’t.
Then Dora asked the only question that mattered.
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