chapter 57

Kurtis

I stood by the window, watching the waves crash against the shore. The same waves that had once made this trip feel like a dream were now just noise to me. Everything felt tainted now, ruined.

Lyra was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes puffy from crying all night. I hadn't been able to sleep either, but I was too pissed to care. The anger burned through every other emotion I could have felt.

"I booked our flight back for tomorrow," I said, my voice cold.

Lyra's head snapped up, her voice barely a whisper. "Tomorrow? But... we were supposed to stay for a few more days."

"Well, that’s off the table now, isn't it?" I turned around, my arms crossed. "This trip is ruined. There’s no point in dragging it out."

Her face crumpled as she stood up, closing the distance between us. "Kurtis, please, don't do this. Don’t let Angela tear us apart."

"Angela isn't tearing us apart, Lyra. You did that all by yourself," I spat, my voice harsh. "She just lit the match."

Lyra shook her head fur