Freya pov
"Someone else is watching, Steve," I said, my voice rose a bit.
"Who is it?
Who is the audience for this show?"
Steve opened his mouth to reply, but a booming voice from the speakers cut him off. A man in a tailored suit had taken the microphone on stage.
"Lila is a rare soul," the man began, his voice booming through the hall. "She is an amazing creator for our children. She brings joy to the youngest generation. To think we almost lost her… her death would have been a pain felt for generations to come. She is a treasure."
I felt a sharp, sickening twist in my stomach. I stared at her, my breath cut. This was the same Lila who had whispered lies into my daughter’s ear. The same Lila who had manipulated a child to get to her father.
Then, a woman stepped up to the mic, h
