I left the games room feeling completely off-balance.
Confused. Frustrated. And if I was being honest with myself… a little broken.
I wasn’t used to feeling like this. Not with women. Not with anything.
Freya asking for space shouldn’t have shaken me the way it did—but it did. It hit something deeper. Something I wasn’t prepared for.
I wandered the packhouse for a good half hour, not really seeing anything, just trying to make sense of what I was feeling. Every hallway, every room felt familiar—but my head wasn’t in it.
Eventually, I passed my mother’s office.
The door was slightly open.
Of course… she’d be the one to talk to.
She always knew how to untangle things in my head—either by making sense of them or just making me feel like I wasn’t completely losing it.
I leaned against
