Lyra slowly slipped off her shoes. She lay back and adjusted her body until she was comfortable. The sofa was surprisingly soft—too inviting to resist.
Her eyelids fluttered closed, and before she realized it, she drifted off to sleep.
Back at the table, Rowan glanced around—Lyra hadn't returned from the restroom yet. Her phone was left on the table.
"Rowan, where's Lyra? We're about to go," Monica asked, scanning the area.
"Go ahead. I'll find her," he said, already rising to his feet.
He checked the restroom first. She wasn't there.
Then he headed to the guest rooms—still no sign of her. Worry tightened in his chest, afraid she might vanish again.
The butler came up behind him, noticing how restless Rowan looked.
"Mr. Pierce… are you looking for Dr. Ashford?" Peter's voice pulled Rowan from his thoughts.
He turned to the butler. "Yes. Did you see her?"
"She's in a guest room upstairs. Allow me to guide you." Peter led Rowan to a room on the second floor.
