Lyra

Lyra

My sister just blinks at me, she backs away clearly knowing something but afraid to say. She looks between us and I can see the panic starting to rise. I take a step towards her and I notice the trembling coming from her, she shakes her head while slowly backing up away from me.

“I didn't know Lyra, I just found out I promise” Evanka says as the first tear runs down her cheek. “Didn't know? What didn't you know about Evanka?” I ask, trying so hard to keep the red mist from creeping in. This was my sister, my pregnant sister. Before I can even get an answer someone taps the microphone.

Everyone turns to the stage where my father stands with my mother by his side, she looks pale and she is staring right at me. I keep eye contact and she mouths I am sorry, I frown why would she be sorry? What the fuck is going on?; I didn't have to wait too long for the answer.

(In Russian)

“Good evening, and welcome to the first Sokolova Ball of the season” My father says over the mic, the crowd ch