When Lyra was in a good mood, the child in her belly seemed to dance joyfully for her.
In return, when she was depressed, she could barely feel the baby inside her move even a fraction of an inch. Lyra found herself falling more and more in love with the child who understood her perfectly.
It had nothing to do with Elara.
Soon, the child calmed down again. Lyra tied her tangled hair back tightly and wiped away her stray tears. She tried to compose her face as best as she could.
No matter how desperate the situation was, she was now a mother—a mother who was the only family this child would ever have in this world.
Lyra stood up to change her clothes. She also ate a little of the lunch that the silent stranger had left behind. As the days went by, she saw her belongings from home slowly being moved into this room. The people she once called family didn't even care about her now. It was clear that Elara never planned to let her regain her freedom.
