He Might Never Get Her Back

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room floor as Lyse finally stirred. She woke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, the events of the morning replaying in her mind. The reporter's accusations, the photographs, the confusion…it all felt like a bad dream. But it was unfortunately not a dream. It was very real.

She sat up, her body aching, her mind still reeling. Levi was sitting beside her on the bed, his face etched with concern. He took her hand, his touch gentle.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly.

Lyse shrugged, her gaze distant. "Confused," she whispered. "Scared."

"I know," Levi said, his voice soothing. "But it's going to be okay. I promise."

"You're not mad at me?" Lyse eyes, her eyes scared of what he would say. It sent a cut to his heart that he was the reason for this fear she felt.