Lyra’s POV

I sense something's wrong. Julie's voice has a shaky edge, and it's clear she's nervous. She's been through tough times, and I wish I could help her feel better.

I remember feeling the same way once. But now, Julie's questions come fast, making me wonder. I hope she feels safe enough to tell me what seems to bother her.

As we sit in silence, the air between us thick with unspoken words, I watch Julie. Her hands fidget, betraying her inner turmoil. It's as if she's on the edge of a cliff, between holding back and spilling her secrets.

I wish she knew that she's not alone, that...