FREYA POV
It’s been four days since that heated morning with Steve, and there’s only one day left until the day he promised to bring Luna back to me.
But it’s not just the wait that’s killing me. Steve has been avoiding me ever since that morning. Or should I say ghosting? It’s like I barely see him anymore. If I do catch a glimpse of him, it’s just his back flashing around a corner or the sound of his car pulling out of the driveway before I even get downstairs.
He’s like a ghost in his own house.
I sat on the edge of the bed, picking at the hem of my shorts. My mind was a complete mess, looping through every possible reason for the cold shoulder. Is he really that angry with me? Because I stopped him? Because I shouted at him?
The same man that was looking at me like he wanted to ow
