>Lyra surprised herself by realizing she actually cared. >It was strange, since she'd always begrudgingly accepted her parents' relationship. >It was immoral...but it was very hard to debate your reason for existing. >Luna's assurance once to her daughter she regretted nothing because she existed rang in Lyra's mind a lot. >Still, she wasn't going to celebrate it, and she certainly was going to look away anytime they displayed affection to each others. >And yet, when Lyra realized her mother might be cheating on her father, she got...angry. >It might have been the hypocrisy; they'd been no incident there was nothing wrong with their being together, it'd be ridiculous for one of them to suddenly change their mind. >Lyra was 15. A sophmore. She should definitely care more about school than her parents' relationship. >And yet, here was was, concerned enough to be up at 3:40 in the morning to catch her mother in the kitchen. >The car pulled up outside. A door open and shut. >A moment later through the side door came Luna Loud dressed not in the button up shirt and business skirt of a office worker, but a cutoff shirt, stockings, and a skirt that was closer to the waist than it was the knees. >Date clothes, in other words.
