“No, I chose to move out,” Lyra said. “They didn’t force me to leave or anything. And I wanted to be on my own. My parents didn’t really like all of the research I was doing about… Uh...” Lyra’s voice trailed off. Her eyes wandered around the restaurant, at the humans behind the counter at the other tables, at Audrey, sitting right in front of her. “Well, it’s not really important. But I was able to do whatever I wanted.”