On the sofa.
Eleanor was sitting there, and at the sound of the commotion, she immediately stood up.
The moment she laid eyes on Lyra, a hurricane of complex emotions swirled in her gaze.
Over the past few years, Lyra had secretly come to check on her and Harrison.
But she had always kept her distance, ensuring she was never spotted.
This was the first time they were coming face-to-face in years.
So many words were logjammed in her throat, rendering her completely speechless.
Lyra stood absolutely frozen to the spot.
Sensing her anxiety, Miles stepped closer and gently encouraged her, "Let's go."
With his presence beside her, Lyra felt an overwhelming sense of security.
She took purposeful strides toward Eleanor, stopping right in front of her before softly murmuring.
"Mom."
That single word had been entirely too long in the making.
Eleanor parted her lips. Like Lyra, she had a million things to say but no idea where to start.
It was then she noticed how deathly pale Lyra's face was, completely devoid of color, like a sheet of paper.
She couldn't help but recall what Miles had told her earlier, and her heart clenched painfully in her chest.
Her maternal instincts immediately steamrolled over everything else.
She pulled Lyra into a crushing embrace, whispering soothingly, "Lyra, it's so good to have you home."
A thousand words distilled into that one simple sentence.
The tears Lyra had been holding back finally broke free, and she hugged Eleanor back with all her might.

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