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𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

LYRA

I think what's worse than falling asleep crying, is waking up with a pounding headache from that crying session. Mason wasn't in the bed when I opened my eyes, but I did catch the sun trying to bleed through the curtains.

I slept the whole night?

A groan rumbled in my throat as I rubbed my eyes and felt around the bed for my phone. Once I got a hold of it, I reached over, checking the time and the multiple missed calls from Harley and Noah.

I kind of figured they'd be worried since they haven't heard from me. Pursing my lips, I decided to catch them up on everything later and try to get my head straight in the meantime.

Plus, I was starving.

I slid out of bed and walked out, making my way downstairs. Mason was already down here, fixing up the sofa and folding a blanket.

A smile fought its way onto my face when I made it to the last step, catching his attention. He smiled my way and laid the blanket across the cushion before walking over to me.

"You feel alright?" He asked, kissing my forehead.

I nodded. "Sorry for being such a wreck last night."

"Don't apologize for that. You had every right to feel that way."

Another kiss on my forehead then he lead me to the kitchen, taking out a plate of food and grabbing a fork.

"I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for when you woke up, so I just whipped up a quick breakfast."

"That's more than enough for me."

I sat at the counter and immediately began to dig in. Mason finished picking up in the living room before he disappeared upstairs, most likely tidying up my room.

After a bit of stuffing my mouth, I fixed a glass of juice then drinking a bit of it. I moved back to the chair, quickly finishing the rest of the food on my plate.

With a loud burp, I patted my chest with a sigh then chugged the remaining of juice. I glanced towards the stairs then quickly brought my plate and cup to the sink.

Thank God Mason already had food made, it felt like my stomach was eating itself once I opened my eyes. I haven't felt so drained in my life and it's ten times worse when it was caused by someone I trusted.

Then again, maybe I was being too dramatic. Maybe I was overreacting and making a big deal out of the whole thing.

But I can't shake that feeling of... betrayal. I have an older brother. From what it seemed like, he probably was given up for adoption before I was born. That's the only logical explanation for me not knowing of him and him not being with me.

I wasn't gonna bother talking to Clyde about it just yet. I'm still not a hundred percent calm or even fully processed it yet. There's no telling what's going to come out of my mouth if I bothered bringing it up.

Raking my fingers through my hair, I strolled in the room to hear water running from the bathroom. The door was open so I went inside to see Mason prepping the tub with lavender while checking the water ever so often.