20

GEORGIA'S P.O.V.

Tears rolled down my cheek as I looked at Lyra's photo in my hand. It's been a week since her death and I couldn't bring myself to really do anything.

“Are you alright?” George's voice came from behind me and I wiped my tears away before I looked at him, and he let out a small smile before hugging me.

“Why do I feel like it's my fault? If I hadn't introduced them to each other none of…" My words were cut short from his hand covering my lips and looked me dead in the eyes.

“Never say this is your fault. Regardless of if it were...