FREYA POV
By the time we got back to the mansion, the "happy mom" act was dead and buried. My face felt stiff from the forced smiles, and my head was spinning. I’d try to rebuild the facade tomorrow—at least for Luna—but for now, I was done.
As soon as we stepped inside, Nana was there to whisk Luna away for her nap. I didn't even protest; I just watched them walk away.
I turned and dragged my feet toward my room, the only thought in my head, being that I wanted to crawl under my duvet and disappear. But as I reached for the door handle, Diana’s voice stopped me.
“Freya.”
I looked back. She was standing a few feet away, wearing an expression I hadn't seen on her before—something raw, as if she could see exactly how much I was breaking inside. Diana stepped closer. She didn't say an
