STEVE POV
This is not how I planned it. Every year has always been the same pattern. I expected to just be alone all through the 3 days.
Even the three days was cut short.
I watched Freya kneel in front of my mom’s picture. She looked small on the floor, showing my mother a respect I hadn't seen from anyone else.
It felt like two worlds were colliding—my dark, jagged past and the woman who was slowly becoming my present.
My phone suddenly rang in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was Victor.
She stood up, brushing her knees. At almost the same moment, my phone started ringing again.
Victor—
I ignored it. Whatever Victor wanted to say right now might distract me, and I wasn't in the mood for interruptions. I didn't want the noise of the city or the business o
