For the past two days I’d done nothing but bug her about telling someone, anyone, needing to release this off my chest, but I never realized what this might be doing to her. How opening my mouth to the wrong people who affect her life and mine. I'd never been in this position before, at the mercy of someone else. There was nothing I could do to protect myself or Lyra. We couldn't call for help or reach out. We were all alone in this.
