Lyra’s POV

The water cascaded down my hair as I ran my fingers through it, pushing it back. Tilting my face up, I closed my eyes, letting the cold water hit my skin, the sensation grounding me. After a moment, I lowered my head, allowing the water to soak into my milk-white skin, my body absorbing the quiet solace of the shower.

A few weeks ago, before the news of Thanos' attacks spread, I had dared to dream of something different. My children had never stepped foot outside the Dom mansion since they arrived, and I had wanted to take them out, to let them meet others like them, to...