Final Thoughts
As the screen went dark, Elizabeth leaned back in her chair, her smile lingering. Lyra’s not as unreadable as she thinks she is. And now I can’t help but wonder…
Meanwhile, Lyra sat in her office, tapping her fingers lightly on her desk. Elizabeth knows too much. But she’s not wrong about one thing: if anyone can make this work, it’s Spotty. I just hope she’s ready for what she’s walking into.
Both women were left with a renewed sense of intrigue—and perhaps a hint of curiosity about where this tangled web of relationships might lead.