Lyra’s POV

“Mommy, I haven't seen Daddy in a while now," Moon complained, her voice soft as she rested her head on my lap.

We sat on the lush green lawn in the garden, the warm afternoon breeze brushing against us. Tristan and Justine sat a little distance away, their notepads propped on their knees as they scribbled down whatever held their interest.

I ran my fingers gently through Moon’s silky hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “Baby, your dad has been busy for quite some time now," I said, keeping my voice calm despite the ache in my chest.

Moon shifted slightly, turning her big, curious eyes...