I’ve known this day was coming since you were three… but now that it’s here, I can’t let go.”
Even Lorenzo, usually steady as a rock, looked like he’d been holding back tears.
Lyra looked between them, half laughing, half crying.
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Thankfully, Weston had picked a place just ten minutes away from her parents‘ house.
Left with no choice, she promised, “I’ll come stay a few days every month.”
That same day, news of the Lebeau–Windsor wedding blew up online.
Social media was flooded with love:
[I heard Weston Windsor was Lyra Lebeau’s childhood crush. So jealous!]
[She had the guts to leave behind six years of heartbreak. Not everyone can do that.]
[Weston Windsor is such a green flag. The whole wedding was literally made for her. Sigh, another day of feeling single.]
[BTW, Weston Windsor is giving out cash on the other platform–go grab that code!]
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A week later, Weston took Lyra to the prison where Renee was locked up.
After a quick talk with the warden, Lyra was led to the visiting room–where Renee was already waiting.
She looked rough. Gaunt, hollow–eyed, her once–perfect hair now a tangled, brittle mess under the harsh fluorescent lights.
The second Renee realized it was Lyra, her eyes burned with rage. She scanned her from head to toe, desperate to spot some crack–some sign that Lyra was struggling too.
But there was nothing.
Lyra looked calm. Radiant, even. That kind of glow you only get when you’re loved, safe, and finally done with all the drama.
Renee’s hands balled into fists, nails biting into skin.
Why?
” Why was she rotting in a cell for thirty years while Lyra walked out into the world smiling?
