Nash's POV:
Back home, Nash looked around the empty house, and his eyes went red again.
This was the home he'd shared with Freya for four years. Jude's people had already cleared her things out—cleaned the place so thoroughly there wasn't a toothbrush left. Every trace of Freya in that house was gone for good.
He lay on the couch, drifting off, and in his dreams went back to when they first moved in together. Back then they were always wrapped up in each other. It was when the love ran deepest. Curled up on the couch watching old movies. Playing music together—sometimes Freya would even solemnly try to teach him to dance. Crammed into the kitchen fumbling through a recipe, doing the dishes side by side.
Then Lyra's face surfaced, and Nash jerked awake. It was dark out, the lights off i
