Fiona’s POV
I was surprised to see Ronan gone by the next morning. I couldn’t ask anyone about him, since I wasn’t exactly responsive towards him. My sleep was filled with different nightmares of him being taken away from me. For some unknown reason, I doubt Freya’s pregnancy. Even though it is the wrong thing for me to think of. It's not something I can help much.
“Do you not like the food?” Dawn asked me with a concerned look on her face.
I managed to hold up a weak smile. “The food is good. I just have a lot on my mind.”
She remained quiet, staring down at her food. Then she looked up at me and said. “You shouldn’t worry yourself too much about anything. I know I am probably not in a position to tell you what to do. But I am guessing you know what I mean.”
“You are such a thou
