Chapter 46

Lyra's pov

As the evening sun cast a warm orange glow over the backyard, I sat on the porch steps, knitting needles clicking away in my hands. The twins, Zayn and Zeph, were engaged in their favorite pastime - playing in the mud. Their laughter and squeals of delight filled the air as they squelched and splattered in the muddy patch.

I smiled, watching them with a mix of amusement and fondness. They were such a handful, but they brought so much joy to my life. I glanced down at the half-finished scarf in my lap, the soft yarn a soothing balm for my frazzled nerves.

I thought...